[Intro - various dialogue]
Now that's how this %#@! go!
And I know you don't like me spittin in your mother$#&@in face

But ain't a mother$#&@in thing, you can do, about a ^!$$%
Punk mother$#&@er!


Some people may say well, you overdramatized it
No we're not - it's not a drama workshop, it is a reality
Things like that do take place in prisons

The murders, the suicides, as well as the rapes
Do take place inside these human warehouses


[Ice Cube]
^!$$% I'm a hustler, act like I'm lovin ya
Don't mind $#&@in ya, just like the Governor

Used to be the dope man, rolled a hundred spokes man
When I come through, treat me like the Pope man
Ghetto spokesman, I know ^!$$%z

in Eastside Oakland all the way to Brook-lyn
And they love my %#@!ty drawers, what you smokin?
Think you got the balls, ^!$$% I'm a Trojan

Catchin all that just like a prophylac'
Don't reproduce, that bull%#@! is whack
Flavor Flav with a white (*##$ that is whack

Got to put the ^!$$% back in my Cadillac
Take him to the hood, where it's action packed
Let him know that the target's still on his back

It's a hustle called capitalism
Got my ^!$$%z in prison, all stuck in the system yeah
Recognize who's a hustler, George Dubya

He's the one that's sittin back, $#&@in ya
With a big dick stuck in ya
I'm from a place where the $#&@in Terminator is the Governor


(I got a Public Pretender.. tryin to make me a winner)
(^!$$% please don't surrender.. they'll have you for dinner)


[Chorus: Ice Cube]
The ghetto is a ^!$$% trap, take the cheese

Soon as you do it here come the police
Invented and designed fo' us to fail
Where you gon' end up, dead or in jail


[Ice Cube]
You only got two places

State of California, got two faces
Mother$#&@in devils, get straight racist
When they get you in them lonely dark places

Concrete slave ships, never move
Where ^!$$%z like us get used like a mule
Don't let 'em catch you, arrest you

Strip and undress you, throw you in a cesspool
You wanna know the crime of the century
A ghetto elementary, a mental penitentiary

Black man, you never been friend of me
Boy you kin to me, why we enemies?
The ghe-tto is a trap

$#&@ where you from, ^!$$% look where you at
Where you wanna be? Point it out on a map
Don't be scared to leave homey, we can come back

If you wanna come back to this bull%#@!
Most of it comin straight out the pulpit
We got to change our ways in the hood

Understand that it's AIDS in the hood...

The ^!$$% trap... [echoes for a bit]


[Chorus - 2X]


(I got a Public Pretender.. tryin to make me a winner)
(^!$$% please don't surrender.. they'll have you for dinner)
[fades out]