Extradition lyrics

[Intro]
Dear Momma, If some people came by the house lookin for me
I'm innocent of anything they say I done
Now I don't know when I'll be able to write you again
But I will be back to California to see you
Your son, Ice-motherf*cking-Cube

[Chorus]
Keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I done
Keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I done

[Verse 1]
Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, I need a lawyer
This b*tch named Netoia, say they lookin for ya
Got to get the f*ck out of here (yeah right)
This b*tch dimmed the lights (n*gga, spend the night)
Bust a quick nut, got the f*ck up and got on
Cause this the same street I got shot on
So God bless the Impala double-S
I gotta holla cos I'm smokin on double stress
Tweakin, n*ggas be leakin, information
Got the feds seekin, incarceration
n*ggas say my name popped up
b*tch hop up
n*gga close the shop up
They tryina stop up my cashflow
Leave me as*h*le naked (f*ck!)
Gone in sixty seconds, burn all records
n*gga gettin skinny eating Denny's
Count my pennies, only got a bag full of twenties
[Chorus]
Listen, these Feds fishin for this extradition
I'm on a mission, f*ck 'em, fight 'em, dodge 'em, ditch 'em
I gotta kick rocks, I can't pick locks
Or spend the rest of my life in a sh*t-box

[Verse 2]
It's so hard to get a room without a credit card
It's so hard not to let 'em know where you are
Tried to get a Rent-A-Car
Whitey laughed when I showed him cash
Had to mash 'fore he called the Feds on my ass
Went to Vegas for the weekend
Met a ho down for freakin
Hey b*tch, why you sneakin?
Grabbed the paper out her hand
Am I the man on the front page? (f*ck!)
Same height, same age (click-click)
Grab the gauge, put it down the G-way
Got my hostage suckin sausage on the freeway
She say let's hit a Circle-K
Ran inside and made the n*ggas obey
It's like I hit the Lotto outside Colorado
Robbed the [?] for his wallet and my votto
That's my motto and I gotta warn ya
Before I'm through, I'm going back to California
[Chorus]
Keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I done
Listen, these Feds fishin for this extradition
I'm on a mission, f*ck 'em, fight 'em, dodge 'em, ditch 'em
I gotta kick rocks, I can't pick locks
Or spend the rest of my life in a sh*t-box

[Verse 3]
It's my boys, Utah to Illinois
Settin decoys, so I can infiltrate
All fifty states
Can't wait till I'm back on my feet
Switch and shake this b*tch in her sleep
Low key you feds can't see me
All up in D.C. with strike number three
Clownin, made a little stock to get a little c*ck
Now I got n*ggas bangin' in Little Rock
I'm going back to Cali westbound with my strikes
Don't give a f*ck who's on the marin or the mic
I should've known when I seen that motherf*cker in the lobby
Looking like he wanna rob me (f*ck!)
Federal, don't like no black hetero-sexual, intellectual
Tried to turn me into a vegetable
An I'm 'a sue all black and blue
When I come to-hand cuff (f*ck y'all!)
Big grey bus, scandalous (f*ck you too!)
And they can't stand us
They get excited and I tried to fight it (mama)
I'm going back to Cali for sure, extradited
[Chorus]
Keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I done
Listen, these Feds fishin for this extradition
I'm on a mission, f*ck 'em, fight 'em, dodge 'em, ditch 'em
I gotta kick rocks, I can't pick locks
Or spend the rest of my life in a sh*t-box

[Outro]
Hey mama, when y'all send pictures you can't send a polaroid
Got to be the regular pictures
An' they got us in here puttin' in computer chips or something
I don't know. Like they playin with us, it's like a game
It ain't nuttin' but a game to them mama
It's my life