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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice Cube
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
W. Morrison
Songwriter
W. Nichols
Songwriter
Allen Williams
Songwriter
John Barbata
Songwriter
Howard Kaylan
Songwriter
A. Nichol
Songwriter
Teren D. Jones
Songwriter
Derrick Baker
Songwriter
Jim Pons
Songwriter
Mark Volman
Songwriter
Anthony D. Wheaton
Songwriter
Roger Troutman
Songwriter
William Earl Collins
Songwriter
George Clinton
Songwriter
Erick Sermon
Songwriter
Parish "PMD" Smith
Songwriter
O'Shea Jackson
Screenwriter
G. Jacobs
Songwriter
Garry Marshall Shider
Songwriter
Lyrics
Gimme that beat, fool, it's a full-time jack move
Chilly Chill, yo, homie make the track move
And I'll jack any Tom, Dick and Hank
That's the name of the suckas I done ganked
I get away from a copper
Drop a dime, I'll break you off somethin' proper
With the L-E-N-C-H-M-O-B
T-Bone and that's J-Dee
And here's how we'll greet ya
Stop fool, come off that beat, ya
Feel dumb 'cause you're caught in the dark (Ya lil' nothin' ass mark)
Raise up, 'cause you can't' have it back
You said, "I ain't never got gaffled like that"
Off the end of the gat, you choke
Short Dog's in the house, "What up, loc?"
Nothin' but a come up
Gimme that bass, and don't try to run up
'Cause you'll get banked somethin' sweet
Ice Cube and Da Lench Mob, is jackin' for beats
Huh, and even if you're down wit' my crew (Yo Chuck, man, I don't understand this, man)
(Yo, you got to slow down) I jack them too
And then we'll freak it
Kick that bass, and look what we did
Fade the grade, played, and made a few mil'
And I keep stealin'
Ice Cube'll make it thump
But right about now (Let's get over the hump)
But I don't party and shake my butt
I leave that to the brothas with the funny haircuts
And it'll drive you nuts
Steal your beat, and give it that gangsta touch
Like jackin' and mackin'
Say, "Hi," to the three fifty-seven, I'm packin'
And it sounds so sweet
Ice Cube and Da Lench Mob, is jackin' for beats
Ice Cube, I'll take a funky beat and reshape it
Locate a dope break, and then I break it
And give it that gangsta lean
Dead in your face as I turn up the bass
I make punk suckers run and duck because
Don't try to hide 'cause you know that I love to
Jack a fool for his beat and then I'm outtie
So when I come to your town don't crowd me
'Cause I know, you're gonna wanna kick it with me
But I know, none of y'all can get with me
So you think you're protected
Well you are 'til you put a funky beat on a record
Then I have to show and prove, and use your groove
'Cause suckers can't fade the Cube
And if I jack you and you keep comin'
I'll have you marks, a hundred miles and runnin'
Written by: A. Nichol, Allen Williams, Anthony D. Wheaton, Billy Nichols, Derrick Baker, Erick Sermon, G. Jacobs, Garry Marshall Shider, George Clinton, Gregory E Jacobs, Howard Kaylan, Jim Pons, John Barbata, Jossef Parrish Smith, Mark Volman, O'Shea Jackson, Parish "PMD" Smith, Roger Troutman, Teren D. Jones, W. Morrison, W. Nichols, William Collins