Top Songs By Ice Cube
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice Cube
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
O'Shea Jackson
Songwriter
M. Crawford
Songwriter
Shameia Crawford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Magnedo7
Producer
Lyrics
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
When the cold wind blows
In the heart of the city
And I'm gone, I know the streets will shed tears for me
When my story is over and my song is done
I know the streets will shed tears for me
The end
All I get is motherfuckin' love in these streets
To most of these tricks, I'm a motherfuckin' treat
What's beef?
I ain't got no beef
See all that bitchin'?
It taste like chicken
And all these chickens?
They get plucked
And nobody wants to see the volcano erupt
I'm down with Daz 'cause everythang is corrupt
I'm celebrated, every time I pull up
You hella hated, every time you look up
I'm elevated, to rapper's deluxe
They love me, dawg, 'cause I'm one of a kind
This is God's plan, homie
It ain't mine
See, this ain't about dyin'
It's all about shinin'
It's all about climbin'
A hill full of diamonds
I know that you feel it
I know that you felt it
'Cause a **** gon' live 'til a **** can't help it
When the cold wind blows
In the heart of the city
And I'm gone, I know the streets will shed tears for me
(They love me, dawg)
When my story is over and my song is done
(They love me, dawg)
I know the streets will shed tears for me
The end
Sorry, y'all, I ain't got no haters
All I got is motherfuckers tellin' me I'm the greatest
All I got is those fly ass suits and gators
(Fly ass suits and gators)
Ain't nobody servin' Cube but maids and waiters
Ain't nobody tryin' to take my life
All these bitches tryna do is replace my wife
But you hoes ain't cold enough to fuck with Ice
Like Kim she'll run circles 'round you bitches twice
Now, it might get funky
But it won't get ugly
**** might not like me
But they still love me
**** might talk shit
They whisper and huddle
'Cause they know my rebuttal might leave a puddle
Now the streets is talkin'
Until they see me walkin'
Up the block, then all the bullshit stop
Anything I do, don't take it personal 'cause when a **** gone
That shit ain't reversible
When the cold wind blows
In the heart of the city
And I'm gone, I know the streets will shed tears for me
(They love me, dawg)
When my story is over and my song is done
(They love me, dawg)
I know the streets will shed tears for me
The end
I'm that bastard, I spit the acid
Fuck a funeral home and a casket
Fuck a funeral song and a procession
Keep God on your dome and count your blessings
Keep the hood in your heart but Heaven on your mind
Shake 'em up and roll seven every time
Pick 'em up, yup, stick 'em up
Every time you see me got a different color cup
This ain't about dyin', it's all about livin'
It's all about makin' everyday Thanksgivin'
It's all about givin', about stayin' driven
It ain't about you, it's about these children
So when a **** die, stop cryin' and ventin'
Will somebody in here bump George Clinton?
Will somebody in here hug my fam?
Don't worry about me, you know where I am
When the cold wind blows
In the heart of the city
And I'm gone, I know the streets will shed tears for me
(They love me, dawg)
When my story is over and my song is done
(They love me, dawg)
I know the streets will shed tears for me
The end
Written by: M. Crawford, O'Shea Jackson, Shameia Crawford