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No Country For Young Men Lyrics - I Am The West - Ice Cube

Many motherfuckers criticize pros and how they play 

And many motherfuckers criticize rappers and what they say 

Even though they criticize, secretly they fantasize 

But they know they'll never paid be to play 

 

Yeah 

I'mma kill one of you young punks 

With a old school flow 

 

Though I walk through the shadow of death 

I gotta make sure that my shoes and my outfit fresh 

You bitches get jealous when you see me coming 

Y'all would too if you see my woman 

 

Y'all know what we 'bout to do 

This shit here 'bout as sick as the flu 

Drunk motherfuckers wanna vomit on my shoe 

Niggas can't have shit prolly 'cause of you 

 

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Rappers go to jail like Oprah go to Yale 

Steffan policy, don't ask, don't tell 

Where my water-bees as I go get the mail? 

Half black is the new black, can't you tell? 

 

It was blue-black like Wesley Snipes in new jack 

Now you got to have a white mama just to do that 

Tiger Woods, he used to be a safe nigga 

Go ahead and let your daughter have a date with him 

 

He'll make with her prolly in a wife-beater 

Tiger 'bout to change his name to cheater 

I don't like it when you call me Big Poppa 

From South Central and I hate helicopters 

 

If we at school, I'll break in your locker 

See me with a water bottle mixed with some vodka 

Drink responsibly or drink constantly 

Be who you wanna be in this economy 

 

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Drunk as Sean Connery at the finery 

Can't throw me out, motherfucker, I'm the honoree 

Trust me, I'll never be the nominee 

I don't kiss enough ass, I'm too honery 

 

Ice Cube, be where the piranhas be 

Swimmin' upstream, eatin' all kinda meat 

West Coast treat it like hyenas 

Take what you want from these lying ass cheaters 

 

Eat the fuck out these big cat beavers 

That's how we act when you don't wanna feed us 

Crazy motherfucker ever since I was a fetus 

Might as well join us, you ain't gonna beat us 

 

Please believe us, you can ask Jesus 

I'mma be here 'bout as long as Regis 

Understand, I never pledge of allegiance 

See this ball of confusion might cause a conclusion, boy 

 

I see you're cruising for a bruising 

Fucking with a principal that don't like students 

Don't you know that tension is a lynching? 

And if I fail to mention then I'm spinning out my pension 

(No) 

 

The reason I home in 

'Cause this right here ain't no country for young men 

Sunny, you done fucked up the churches money 

I'm red fox and you that big dummy 

 

This junkyard was a empire 

Y'all let it get overran by vampires 

Most MCs is God damn liars 

Like them supervisors working up McGisors? 

 

Bitch, I'm not a dodger I'm a Laker punk 

You's a fucking clipper, you can call me Jack the Ripper, cut you up 

By your gizzard then down by your liver 

Rooter by the tooter, gut you like flipper 

 

Dipper y'all better treat me like the skipper 

Head trigga, the air nigga 

Air honkey and air critter 

I come thourhg and kill every litter 

(Like that) 

 

No country for young men 

(No) 

It's just a ball of confusion 

(No) 

 

No country for young men 

(No) 

Your world is just an illusion 

(No) 

 

No country for young men 

(No) 

It's just a ball of confusion 

(No) 

 

No country for young men 

(No) 

Your world is just an illusion 

(No) 

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