Ice Cube Spittin' Pollaseeds (featuring Lyrics

ice cube:
f___ a ghost rider
Sittin in the back, of the studio
Tryin to write a n____ rap
It's the muppet show, most n____s need a&r(a&r)
To tell them how to f___ a hoe
Ice Cube, true mc, write everything I say, even back in the day
Imma spit it, how i feel it, f___ a gimmick
You can keep your catchy lines, imma 'bout to write a rhyme
If you got backpack, tryin act black
Think you know the culture, you'z a f___in vulture
You never a approached the mic
You dress like a dike, sayin what you don't like
Who deserves five mics, who deserves two
But the n____ wit two still can serve you
This West Coast, flow is different in the East
But in ain't no different in the streets

Chorus:
Im spittin pollaseeds
I crack'em one by one cause i dont want to be greedy
Cause the salt might make it so
Im spittin pollaseeds
I crack'em one by one cause i dont want to be greedy
Cause, these n____s is salty
Will make you choke ohh oh
You miggas got me f___ed up

Ice Cube:
I'm spittin pollaseeds on the portch, with the torch
In case these n____s come around to see the porche
When i branish, m_________ers vanish
They don't understand like a n____ speak in spanish
No comprende, me no speak no enlgehh
Here a f___(smack)Now yo a__ feelin' tingle
Now you doin s___ like Darrel Stingleeh
Dont get stung by the m_________in sting ray
Keep it movin n____s, y'all better king me
Put your rap careers on ebay
Crazy toons is the m_________in dj

Baby drop to your knees, he deserves a bj
I got a big brother, nicknamed cj
When you see him in the hood take it eazy
If you a breezehh, take him to the heezehh
Do him like Halley Barry did Michael Eleehh

Chorus

WC:
I ain't playin
I got pulled over by the police
And i had some pollaseeds in my hand
The police pulled me over and said
Twenty-Seventeen, we got a young black n____ over here
Age eighteen, look like he thirty-five
Look like he drinkin a henesee, and smoke every night
I need back up
n____ might have a twenty-two with duck tape on the handle

Wit the twista
Hit ya, Its the chippa
Pistol grip, scip scippa, ready to finger rear view mirror
Ready to bust wit my bandanna b__pin oldies
Cube, throw me the line like golden the kobe
So i can bust a cripwalk on these n____s
Yellow tape, bark these n____s, f___ all these salty n____s
They can't hold our s___
Gangsta rap ain't dead, m_________ers just stole our s___
All y'all n____s now its alamoni
All y'all did is switch yo name and ate a style up like raveolli
Own your club raps and p___es
Talk s___ I'll knock your Comm-A-Dee glasses off ya face
Under the transmission n____
From the West side, f___in up the program
Wit the surplus, Highly hangin up the blow hand
Dub-zizzala
Tippin on them drolics
And spiitin shells at you n____s like pollaseeds

Chrorus