Extradition Lyrics - War And Peace Vol. 1 (war) - Ice Cube

(ice cube talking) 

Dear mama, 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-mutherfucking-cube. 

[hook] 

Keep my hand on my gun cos they got me on the run 

I swear I didn't do what they say I done (x2) 

Related 

Naughty & Nice Christmas Songs 

Watch Cardi B Joins James Corden For Carpool Karaoke 

Ariana Grande Adds Her Own Verse To "Last Christmas" 

[verse 1] 

Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, I need a lawyer 

This bitch named netoia, say they lookin for ya 

Got to get the fuck out of here (yeah right) 

This bitch dimmed the lights (nigga, spend the night) 

Bust a quick nut, got to fuck up and gat on 

Cos this the same street I got shot on 

So God bless don polla, double-s 

I gotta holla cos I'm smokin on double breath 

Freakin, niggaz be leakin, information 

Got the feds seekin, incarceration 

Niggaz say my name popped up 

Bitch hop up 

Nigga close the shop up 

They try to stop em 

My cash flow leave me asshole neck it 

Gone in sixty seconds, burn all records 

Nigga gettin skinny eating dinnies 

Count my pennies, only got a bag fulla twenties 

Photos 

[chorus] 

Listen, these feds fishin for this extradition 

I'm on a mission, fuck em, fight em, dine em, ditch em 

I gotta kick rocks, can't pick locks 

Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-? bath 

[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 

But he 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 hoe down freakin 

Hey bitch, why you sneakin? 

Grabbed the paper out her hand 

Am I the man on the front page? (fuck) 

Same height, same age (click-click) 

Rap gauge, put it down the g-way 

Got my hostage suckin sausage on the freeway 

She say "let's hear the circle k" 

Ran inside and made the niggaz all pay 

It's like I hit the lotto outside colorado 

Brought it there for his wallet and my bottle 

That's my motto and I gotta warn ya 

Before I'm through, I'm going back to california 

(hook) 

(chorus) 

[verse 3] 

My boys utah to illinois 

Set the poise, so I can infiltrate 

All fifty states 

Can't wait till I'm back on my feet 

Switch and shake this bitch in her sleep 

Low key you feds can't see me 

I'm up in d.c. with strike number three 

Clownin, made a little stock to get a little cock 

Now I got niggaz bangin and lootin rock 

I'm going back to cali where it's bound with my strikes 

Don't give a fuck who's on the? marin or the mic 

I should've known when I seen that motherfucker in the lobby 

Looking like he wanna rob me (fuck) 

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 (fuck y'all) 

Big grey bus, scandalous 

Cos they can't stand us 

They get excited and I try to fight it (mama) 

I'm going back to cali to show, extradited 

(hook) 

(chorus) 

(ice cube talking) 

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