Extradition

Dear Momma
If some people came by the house lookin' for me
I'm innocent of anything they say I done
Now I don't know when I'll be able to write you again
But I will be back to California to see you
Your son, Ice-motherfucking-Cube

Keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I done
Keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I done

Ghetto destroyer paranoia, I need a lawyer
This bitch named Netoia, say they lookin' for ya (what?)
Got to get the fuck out of here (yeah, right)
This bitch dimmed the lights (nigga, spend the night)
Bust a quick nut, got to fuck up and gat on
'Cause this the same street I got shot on
So God bless the Impala double-S
I gotta holla 'cause I'm smokin on double stress

Freakin, niggas be leakin', information
Got the feds seekin', incarceration
Niggas say my name popped up, bitch, hop up
Nigga close the shop up (shit), they try to stop 'em
My cash flow leave me asshole naked (fuck!)
Gone in 60 seconds, burn all records
Nigga gettin' skinny eating dinnies
Count my pennies, only got a bag full of 20s

Listen, these feds fishin' for this extradition
I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, fight 'em, dine 'em, ditch 'em
I gotta kick rocks, can't pick locks
Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-box

It's so hard to get a room without a credit card
It's so hard not to let 'em know where you are
Tried to get a Rent-A-Car
But he laughed when I showed him cash
Had to mash 'fore he called the Feds on my ass
Went to Vegas for the weekend, met a ho-down freakin'
Hey bitch, why you sneakin'? Grabbed the paper out her hand
Am I the man on the front page? (Fuck), same height, same age

Rap gauge, put it down the G-way
Got my hostage suckin' sausage on the freeway
She say "Let's hear the Circle-K"
Ran inside and made the niggas all pay
It's like I hit the Lotto outside Colorado
Brought it there for his wallet and my bottle
That's my motto and I gotta warn ya
Before I'm through, I'm going back to California

Keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run (uh)
I swear I didn't do what they say I done (I didn't do it)
Keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I done

Listen, these feds fishin' for this extradition
I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, fight 'em, dine 'em, ditch 'em
I gotta kick rocks, can't pick locks
Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-box

My boys, you're taught at Illonois
Set the poise, so I can infiltrate all 50 states
Can't wait 'til I'm back on my feet (what?)
Switch and shake this bitch in her sleep
Low key, you feds can't see me
I'm up in D.C. with strike number three
Clownin', made a little stock to get a little cock
Now I got niggas bangin' and lootin' rock

I'm going back to Cali where it's bound with my strikes (uh)
Don't give a fuck who's on the marin or the mic (what?)
I should've known when I seen that motherfucker in the lobby
Looking like he want to rob me (fuck)
Federal, don't like no black hetero, sexual, intellectual
Tried to turn me into a vegetable, an I'ma sue all black and blue
When I come to hand cuff (fuck you all), big grey bus, scandalous
'Cause they can't stand us
They get excited, and I try to fight it (mama)
I'm going back to Cali to show, extradited

Keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I done
Keep my hand on my gun 'cause they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I done

Listen, these feds fishin' for this extradition
I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, fight 'em, dine 'em, ditch 'em
I gotta kick rocks, can't pick locks
Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-box

Hey mama, when you all send pictures you can't send a Polaroid
It got to be the regular pictures
An' they got us in here puttin' in computer chips or something
I don't know
Like they playin' with us, it's like a game
It ain't nothin' but a game to them mama
This my life