To let you tell it Randy Moss is your people
I got the Playstation in the windshield nigga
Got more plaques than Jordan got rings, nigga sayin'
Wish I was your baby fatha, 'cuz I got a fuckin' head on my shoulder
Who only say that the world is
The Don Daada, I'm hotta than holly watta
(You ain't got to lie ta kick it)
But stretch marks on your mouth is the evidence
I be rich if it wasn't for the snitch
2pac, I keep spittin' 'til my heart stop
I'm a say this 'till the day that I die
Just like that nigga that think he dyin'
(You ain't got to lie ta kick it)
Dismantle this, either with the rhyme or the fist
Yo Cube, check out this ring, 69 karots
Don't get mad when you see them hundred spokes twirl
(You ain't got to lie ta kick it)
Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie
There you go on the stand with your hand up
And your little ass car's full of fender ben'z
(You ain't got to lie ta kick it)
It's evident, your ass lie like the president
The kinda nigga that you wanna get close ta'
I hate to see your ass comin' with your mouth runnin'
When she meet Ice Cube tell her save the drama
Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie
We should do you like the Mack said
But you can't so you start the lyin'
How the fuck can your friends be the Benjamins?
Fuckin' peaker wood see me in the five speed
You ain't got to lie ta kick it
(You ain't got to lie ta kick it)
Lyin' to the enemies, wild conspiracies
(You ain't got to lie ta kick it)
Once they say you played, nigga you must be payed
And lead in my holster, face on the poster
(You ain't got to lie ta kick it)
Pushin' weight since the tenth grade do my thing
Stories by the dozen Punch you got the sequel
You ain't got to lie ta kick it
You ain't got to lie ta kick it
(You ain't got to lie ta kick it)
(You ain't got to lie ta kick it)
I don't care if his motherfuckin' eyes bleed
But I'm doin' good, fuck the police that's rollin' thru my neighborhood
And if he lie like a crackhead pop 'em like a black head
Not just the fake analyst on canabis
(You ain't got to lie ta kick it)
How the fuck we get in the belly of this bitch?
Scandalist, without findin' out a way to handle this
Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me
Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me
Young niggas tryin' to tell me that I'm played
Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me
Talkin' 'bout somethin' that ain't meanin' nothin'
Yo Cube, I'm goan have all da bitches here
Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie
Testifyin' about a man that's in handcuffs
I'm a be as real as I can with this
(You ain't got to lie ta kick it)
(You ain't got to lie ta kick it)
Let him lie by his motherfuckin' ass on the news
Seven thirty-fives bring on bitches lies
Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie
Get ta cryin', snitchin' and testifyin'
It's Kryptonite nigga, Kryptonite
Let him ooze, let him loose
(You ain't got to lie ta kick it)
'Bout your second cousin, who be always buzzin'
I know ya like to see me doin' bad
Yo man fuck dem bitches, dey ain't call me back but I just paged my auntie
While you bullshitin', I'm hard hittin' like
Candied out while you spit yo' last on the pearl
To all my people if I'm talkin 'bout your baby mama
You ain't got to lie ta kick it
This is my weed, this is my world
Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me
You ain't got to lie ta kick it
Where she was or wasn't, who she now fuckin'
Yo Cube, I got the new Biz 9000
(You ain't got to lie ta kick it)
