Sic Them Youngins On Em Lyrics - Ice Cube

Lench Mob incorporated 

Fuck with the godfather 

See what ya get 

Punishment 

Consequences and repercussions 

Understand me 

Y'all know what I do 

x2 

Sic them youngins on 'em 

Sic them youngins on 'em 

Sic them youngins on 'em 

Sic them youngins on 'em 

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Try to go ham on Porky Pig 

Fucked up boy, that's what you did 

Barbed wire, come through, straight your wig 

Y'all can't wrestle with the giant squid 

Try to get that to the iron fist 

Act all green, I'm hot as grits 

Yarn in my hand, no pinky ring 

Godfather, nigga, I pull the strings 

Do what I tell'em, buy what I sell'em 

Fuck their master, I'm Jim Hanson 

See my muppets, they like duckets 

Y'all better run when you see that bucket 

Hit that coma, do what I wanna 

Get another jar for the organ donor 

Ice Cube, nigga, I know better 

But you ain't gotta fight 

When you got that Cheddar 

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x2 

Try to have beef with a fucking bull 

With no teeth I'm about to pull 

I'm that dentist this the finish 

All the spoils go to the winners 

Don't go mad cause my hands are clean 

I'm the king, never flee on the scene 

Wizard of Oz, if you need a brain 

Need a heart? Here's a start! 

Don't you worry if you need the courage 

Y'all motherfuckers know where you heard it 

Gangsta, gangsta, thank me now 

Rap god nigga, please take a bow 

Can't take bullshit from a cow 

Don't ask who, I'mma fuck it out 

Thirstin' howl, will get you murdered 

Come to the boss if you need some work 

Come to the boss if you need some hurt 

White collar boy, if you check my shirt 

Here come my sons just like Lavert 

Gotta get my boys up out the dirt 

Putting the rap game on alert 

Fuck with them and I will revert 

Back to the old days, back to the old ways 

Back to the AK's fucking up doorways 

Try to play chicken with a fucking rooster 

Don't you worry, I'm not the shooter 

I am a fucking computer, with a whole army of boosters 

Nigga got out one piece, five piece, dime piece 

Cause my crimies move like zombies 

Wha? Being heads to the 90's 

Don't act like you don't know where to find me 

Now, if you wanna get slimey 

Look at all the grimey 

Niggas all behind me 

You don't wanna go to war so you start to singin why can't we be friends? 

We can be friends, pussy ass niggas buy extenze 

Pray to the God, repent your sins 

Ice Cube ain't like the rest of them 

x4 

Try to go ham on porky pig 

Fucked up boy, that's what you did