Ice Cube - Who Got The Camera? Lyrics
Verse 1Drivin down the mother*****in highwayThe flyway hey *****, you goin my way?Now I got a passengerI look at the miniskirt, now Im askin herWould you like to hit the fat bud,Or perhaps should I run your name through the mudI mean, are you giving up the nappy dugout?She said no, well then get the ***** outCause I know where the hoes be feininPlus your fat ass got my six-deuce leaninBust a u on the avenueWhy oh why there aint shit to doBut then sir jinx played his mixAnd you thought that shit played out in eighty sixLookin for my dogsLooked up in the mirror being followed by the hogsOne times on my mother*****in lineWhy the ***** the swine had to get behind a nigga like meThey must thind Im a geeThey both walk up with the g. l. o. c.(freeze! there was a robbery and the nigger looked just like you. nowGet out of the car with your hands up and legs spread.)Started they investigationNo drivers liscence no registrationWhen I stepped out the car they slammed meGoddamn yall who got the camera?ChorusOh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hitOh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hitWho got the camera?(x2)Verse 2:No lights no camera no actionAnd the pigs wouldnt believe that my slave name was jacksonHe said dont lie to meIm lookin for john, matt, or spike leeThe mother*****er called for back upI guess they planned to beat the mack upHe called me a silly ass thugAnd pulled out his billy ass clubTearin up my coupe lookin for the chronicGoddamn nobody got a panasonicFound an empty can of old goldCame around and put my ass in a choke hold*****ed around and broke my pagerThen they hit a nigga with the tazerThe mother*****ing pigs were tryin to hurt meI fell to the floor and yelled lord have mercyThen they hit me in the face yallBut to them it aint nuttin but (a friendly game of base ball)Crowd stood around I said goddamn yaWho got the cameraRepeat chorusVerse 3I knew when I saw that deputy smirkinThat they were gonna put some work inMr. law had to hit me in the jawCause I called them faggots with guns and badgesThey played rat-a-tat-tat on me headBut if I had the gatty-gat-gat theyd be deadA victim of a big fat 187And little devils dont go to heavenLast night there were eleven but they werent scarin meSo they tried the flashlight therapyI looked at the black one and called him a traitorI dont give a ***** if you got a betaJust take my *****in pictureSo I can go downtown and ***** and pitch ya (? )The one that called me a spookHis name is officer david dukeIf the crowd werent around they wouldve shot meTried to play me out like my name was rodney*****in police gettin badderBut if I had a camera the shit wouldnt matter(*****), uh who got my nine, who got my nineYall done did it this time, uhWho the ***** got my nine
