Ice Cube - Tales From The Darkside Lyrics
Verse one: ice cubePeace. haha dont make me laugh!All I hear is mutha*****ers talkin sucotashLivin large, tellin me to get out the gangIm a nigga, gotta live by the triggerHow the ***** do you figure?That I can say peace and the gunshots wont ceaseEvery cop killin goes ignoredThey just send another nigga to the morgueA point scored- they could give a ***** about usThey rather catch us with guns and white powderIf I was old, theyd probably be a friend of meSince Im young, they consider me the enemyThey kill ten of me to get the job correctTo serve, protect, and break a niggas neckCuz Im the one with the trunk of funkAnd ***** tha police in the tape deckYou should listen to me cuz theres more to seeCall my neighborhood a ghetto cuz it houses minoritiesThe other color dont know you can run but not hideThese are tales from the darkside...Verse two:You wanna free africa, I stare at yuhCuz we aint got it too good in americaI cant ***** with them overseasMy homeboy died over a key of cocaineIt was plain and simpleThe 9mm went <pop> to the temple<pop pop pop> was the sound I put the ***** downAnd ran to the schoolyard bathroomLooked in the trash can yo it had roomSo I ducked my ass in it for a minuteCovered with sweat I had the laybackMad as *****, thinkin about the paybackTonite the crew gonna have a little funI went home and *****ed the barrel of my shotgunIts gettin critical - I start the five point oThere they go - drive real slowI yelled out ice cube suckaShot gun hit - and murder mutah*****ersI told you last album, when I got a sawed off, bodies are hard offIts a shame, that niggas die youngBut to the light side it dont matter noneItll be a drive by homicideBut to me its just another tale from the darkside...Verse three: chuck dStanding in the middle of warThe middle we flexWhen we die, they wont make checkEbony cant see to the darksideThe term they apply to us is a niggaCall it what you want, cuz Im comin from the coronerSame applies with a phdWhoz black - dont wanna role - sells his soulWatch his head go rollinWho the ***** are they foolin?Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my clothesMatches the color of the one on my face as they wonder whats under my waist[standin on the verge] of them gettin brownThats a fact got a fear on their bozackRun, run, run, their ass off, they can not hideYet cube, they cant ***** with the darkside!
