Ice Cube - Go To Church lyrics

Nigga you need to stop snitchin!

All that yip-yappin and jaw-jackin

Nigga if you scared, go to church

You knew the job was dangerous when you took it

Whattup it's the big boss Dogg

Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C.

And I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube

And I'm C-walkin on the motherfuckin concrete

Yo if you're fucked up, put your cups up

Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, nigga what's up

See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler

Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya

I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend (YEAH!)

"Crunk Juice" nigga run the club that you in (HEY!)

You scary motherfuckers don't wanna bring the ruckus (NAH!)

You just spend all your time in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)

And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga

from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!)

In the hood, all the way down South (YEAH!)

I ain't Mike Jones, keep my name out'cha mouth bitch (Mike Jones)

We can get it crackin if it get to clickin clackin

Look at Mr. Jackson, nigga with no reaction

If you scared, go to church, we gon' hit you where it hurts

That don't work, we'll put you in the dirt

Cause a whole lot of rappers make a whole lot of noise (hey)

Lyrics full of steroids, niggaz paranoid (hey)

And when you get that blowup, it make you throw up

When you realize your favorite rapper ain't got no nuts

If you a scared motherfucker go to church (GO TO CHURCH)

If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt (A DO YOUR DIRT)

If you a down motherfucker put in work (A PUT IN WORK)

IF you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk (A GO BERZERK!)

Click clackin, pistol-packin, Crip raggin folio

Who the only nigga in the club with the toolio

You ain't know? Yeah you did; there it was, there it is

"Is that Coolio?" Naw bitch, let me in

Jibba-jabba snatcher get at ya, spit at actors & rappers

Hang out with kidnappers and jackers

Make money off crackers; can you imagine how I keep shit crackin?

It's the big boss Dogg I'm back in action and smashin

I flash with the bling I sur-pass the supreme

You don't really wanna have a clash with my team

I mix hash with the green I'm the, last of the kings

If I got a bitch with me she got ass in them jeans

Rollin through yo' neighborhood, my Cadillac so clean

Servin all you suckers cause you all dopefiends

Just like that dopeman, nigga what's up?

You run up with that bullshit I'll fuck yo' ass up

You scared, you scared

You scared motherfucker you scared

You scared (you scared) you scared (you scared)

You scared motherfucker you scared (you scared)

It goes one for the money (HEY) two for the show (YEAH)

Three for the pussy, fo' for the glow (HEY)

Five for the rookies, six for the pros (NAH)

Seven for the numbers of them fuckin zeroes (WHAT?)

Eight for haters, nine for the cause

Ten for my niggaz, behind big bars (HEY)

Fuck these devils, and they laws (YEAH!)

Never question the size of Ice Cube's balls