Ice Cube:. Fuck a ghost rider. Sittin in the back of the studio. Tryin to write a nigga rap. It's the muppet show most niggas need A&R(A&R). To tell them how to fuck a hoe. Ice Cube true MC write everything I say even back in the day. Imma spit it how I feel it fuck a gimmick. You can keep your catchy lines imma 'bout to write a rhyme. If you got backpack tryin act black. Think you know the culture you'z a fuckin vulture. You never a approached the mic. You dress like a dike sayin what you don't like. Who deserves five mics who deserves two. But the nigga wit two still can serve you. This West Coast flow is different in the East. But in ain't no different in the streets. Chorus:. I'm spittin pollaseeds. I crack'em one by one cause I dont want to be greedy. Cause the salt might make it so. I'm spittin pollaseeds. I crack'em one by one cause I dont want to be greedy. Cause these niggas is salty. Will make you choke ohh oh. You miggas got me fucked up. Ice Cube:. I'm spittin pollaseeds on the portch with the torch. In case these niggas come around to see the porche. When I branish motherfuckers vanish. They don't understand like a nigga speak in spanish. No comprende me no speak no englehh. Here a fuck(smack)Now yo ass feelin' tingle. Now you doin shit like Darrel Stingleeh. Dont get stung by the motherfuckin sting ray. Keep it movin niggas y'all better king me. Put your rap careers up on e-bay. Crazy toons is the motherfuckin dj. Baby drop to your knees he deserves a BJ. I got a big brother nicknamed CJ. When you see him in the hood take it eazy. If you a breezehh take him to the heezehh. Do him like Halley Barry did Michael Eleehh. Chorus. WC:. I ain't playin. I got pulled over by the police. And I had some pollaseeds in my hand. The police pulled me over and said. Twenty-Seventeen we got a young black nigga over here. Age eighteen look like he thirty-five. Look like he drinkin a henesee and smoke every night. I need back up. Nigga might have a twenty-two with duck tape on the handle. Wit the twista. Hit ya Its the chippa. Pistol grip scip scippa ready to finger rear view mirror. Ready to bust wit my bandanna bumpin oldies. Cube throw me the line like golden the Kobe. So I can bust a cripwalk on these niggas. Yellow tape bark these niggas fuck all these salty niggas. They can't hold our shit. Gangsta rap ain't dead motherfuckers just stole our shit. All y'all niggas now its alamoni. All y'all did is switch yo name and ate a style up like raveolli. Own your club raps and pisses. Talk shit I'll knock your Comm-A-Dee glasses off ya face. Under the transmission nigga. From the West side fuckin up the program. Wit the surplus Highly hangin up the blow hand. Dub-zizzala. Tippin on them drolics. And spiitin shells at you niggas like pollaseeds. Chrorus