Ice Cube ☆ Smoke Some Weed

Yo man there’s alot of brothers out there
flakin and perpatratin
who scared to kick reality.
Yo Dre you been doin
all this dope producin’,
you ain’t had a chance to
show ’em what time it is!
So watchu want me to do…?

All you got to do now, express yourself!
I expressin with my full capabilities,
Now im livin in correctional facilities,
Coz some don’t agree wit how i do this,
I get straight, and meditate, like a Buddhist,
Im droppin flavour,
my behaviour is hereditary,
And my technique is very necessary,
Blame it on Ice Cube,
because he said It get funky!
When you got a subject and a predicate
Add it on a dope beat,
and it’ll make ya think,
Some suckers just tickle me pink,
to my stomach,
Cause they don’t flow like this one,
You know what, I won’t hesitate to dis
one or two before i’m through,
So don’t try to sing this,
Some drop science,
well i’m droppin english!
Even if Yella, makes it acapella
I still express,
yo I don’t smoke weed or cess!
Cause its known to give
a brother brain damage,
And brain damage on the mic
don’t manage nuttin’
But makin a sucker and you equal,
Don’t be another sequel!

Express Yourself!
Do it do…
Express Yourself!
Oh do it!

Ice Cube, is not for the pop charts!
So where should a brother
like you start expressin yourself?
My boy’ll show you how! Yo Dre
Watup?
Drop English right about now!!
Gettin back to the PG,
That’s Program, and it’s easy!
Dre is back, New Jacks are made hollow,
Expressin’ niggers subject because
they like to follow the words,
The style, the trend, the records i spin,
Again and again and again,
Yo yall on the other end!
Watch a brother bringin’
dope rhymes, with no help,
There’s no fessin’ or guessin’
when i’m expressin myself!
It’s crazy to see people be
what society wants ’em to be,
But not me!
Ruthless, is the way togo, they know,
Others say rhymes that fail to be original,
Or they kill where the hip-hop starts,
Forget about the ghetto,
and rap for the pop charts!
And those musicians, that cuss at home,
But scared to use profanity,
when up on the microphone,
Yeh they want reality,
but chu won’t hear none,
They rather exaggerate a little fiction!
Some say no to drugs, and take a stand,
But after the show
they go lookin for the Dopeman!
Oh they ban my group from
the radio, ‘here, NWA’,
They say ‘Hell no!’
But chu know it ain’t all about wealth,
As long as you make a note to,
express yourself!

Express Yourself!
Do it do…
Express Yourself!
Oh do it!

A lyricist, yo Dre is the name for it,
To make somethin’ dope on a record
that’s what he came for,
Kickin’ reality over stand us up,
But it’s important to keep it in mind to
Express Yourself!!
From the heart if you wanna start
and move up the chart then
expression is big part of it.
You ain’t efficient when you flow,
you ain’t swift,
Movin’ like a tortise, full o’ rigor mortis!
There’s a little bit more to show,
I got rhymes in my mind,
embedded like a embryo.
A lesson, all bout expression,
And if you start fessin,
i got a smith n weston for ya!
I might ignore you’re record,
because it has no bottom,
I get loose in the summer,
winter, spring and autumn.
It’s Dre on the mic gettin physical,
Doin the job, NWA is the lynch mob!
Yes i’m macabre,
but chu know you need this,
And the night i just gone, just like a fetus,
Or tumor, heres the rumour,
Dre’s in the neighbourhood
and he’s up to no good!
When i start expressin myself,
Yella slam me,
Cause if i stay funky like dis,
I’m doin damage!
Or I’ma be too hype,
and need a straightjacket,
I got knowledge,
and other suckers lack it,
So when you see Dre,
a DJ on the mic,
Ask what it’s like,
it’s like we gettin hype tonight!
Cause if i strike,
It ain’t for your good health,
But i won’t strike
if you just Express Yourself!