Ill-Legal

(The names have been changed to protect the innocent) Ah yeah Right about now C.I.A. is in effect My name is Dr. Dre their producer And we gon' cold get retarted A little somethin like this All the guys act eerie (why?) I don't know Cause I am Darryl (but I'm not Joe) Posse 1 to the mic, Ice Cube (that's you) (Kid Dee) that's me, I'm Posse 2 Sir Jinx is without a doubt Posse 3 3rd to the cut, boy, evidently Funky fresh, freshly-funky Kid Dee is coldly-coolin And my boys, we bust out on the west cause I am rulin it Schoolin it, boy, and you don't want none Much like a 808 because my bass hums I am ill gettin iller, Ice Cube is illustratin it A brand new cut, keep the b-boys hatin it Don't get paid, but that's alright I got the riches of a king when I hold the mic Ill-legal gettin busy, a strong black villain Ice Cube (Sir Jinx) Kid Dee (what - chillin) Yeah (West Coast style) (The names have been changed to protect the innocent) (Word) Now Ice Cube's gettin busy, my girls are dizzy Always on the scene with the schoolyard skizzy Posse 2 playin, def rhyme-sayin And at the Snooty Fox is where I'm stayin [Kid Dee]????????, pizza man-jacking Always in a daze and my mouth keeps yapping Crenshaw dweller, mix tape seller Cute with the loot plus I'm a fresh fella G-g-g-girlie abuser, 8Ball user I hold the title of the Crenshaw cruiser Bark like a beagle, word's ill-legal Fuck Boy [edited] and drive-by Seagal Kool-Aid I guzzle which makes me puzzled Moms on my tip, bought her a new muzzle Ugly girls shakin, miniskirt-takin Ice Cube (oh yeah) Kid Dee's money-makin (Hold it) (Go) (go) (go) (go) (go) (L.A. is the place) (Ah yeah) [Beastie Boys] (4 and) (3 and) (2 and) (1) (what up) Had the girlies here early morning, all of them fine Pushing and shoving, wasn't even in line Out here to see me do my thing Car stopped, door opened, out steps the king Buggin and sluggin, to wreck the car You know why, Kid Dee, cause I'm a rap star Girl kissed my hand and fell to her knees Said, "Hold it everybody, no autographs please" Well me I'm Kid Dee, I stepped out next I don't smoke but I'm down for music and sex I'm the big star and it ain't no thing Let facts be facts, I'm down with the king Tryin not lyin, I keep my profile low And wouldn't you know they still ripped my clothes Knocked me off my feet, right on my seat Girls caused a riot, bodyguards got beat (Is that right?) Now Jinx was last to hit the party Girls was touchin all on my body Suckin and grabbin, ripped and torn The crew was bonin out to the backstage door Females went nuts, pinchin my butt Funky fresh Filas kicked the door shut Huffin and puffin cause we ran far So we rushed the dressing room with the biggest star Ill-legal, y'all [C.I.A.] (West Coast style) [Ice-T] (Raised in L.A.) (From L.A.) (The names have been changed to protect the innocent) (Word) He is so conceited but he don't show it Who me Ice Cube? (Word up) You know it Broke my leg and I had to hobble Still did the wop, still quick to squabble Well, I'm jammin not slammin, don't give a goddamn and When I go out to eat it's caviar not salmon (Why not?) Cause it's in stereo And when we perform, here's how it goes Now Jinx's out first, cause that's our style But when my Filas hit the stage, the crowd went wild Jinx cuts the beat cause he's the band I grab the microphone and I throw the mic stand I threw my hands high cause I need to be seen I go second to the mic cause that's the routine I introduced him and he'd do it for me Yo, that's Ice Cube (and that's Kid Dee) Yo