Intro:. Wait a minute hold on get your ass up. Whassup nigga?. Get over there... shit. Ya lil punk ass nigga. C'mere c'mere c'mere boy. God damnit you stop that shit now. Take him to jail and get him the hell from in front of this house. Now wait a minute wait a minute hey man. Whassup?. Wait a minute?. There are police go!. Verse One:. Give me that beat fool it's a full time jack move. Chilly Chill yo homie mack the track move. And I'll jack any Tom Dick and Hank. That's the name of the SUCKERS I done ganked. I get away from a copper. Drop a dime I'll break you off somethin proper. With the L-E-N-C-H-M-O-B. T-Bone and that's J.D.. And here's how we'll greet ya. Stop fool come off that beat ya. feel dumb cause you're caught in the dark. (ya lil nuttin ass mark). Raise up cause you cant' have it back. You said - "I ain't never got gaffled like that". Off the end of the gat you choke. Short Dog's in the house - "Whattup loc?". Nuttin but a come up. Gimme that bass and don't try to run up. Cause you'll get banked somethin sweet. Ice Cube and the Lench Mob is jackin for beats. Verse Two:. Huh and even if you're down with my crew. *Yo Chuck man i dodn't understand this man. You got to slow down*. I jack them too. And then we'll freak it. Kick that bass and look what we did. Fade the grade played and made a few mil. and I keep stealin. Ice Cube'll make it funky. But right about now - *let's get up in the hump*. But I don't party and shake my butt. I leave that to the brothers with the funny haircurs. And it'll drive you nuts. Steal your beat and give it that gangsta touch. Like jackin at night. Say hi to the three fifty-seven I'm packin. And it sounds so sweet. Ice Cube and the Lench Mob is jackin for beats. Verse Three:. Ice Cube will take a funky beat and reshape it. Locate a dope break and then I break it. And give it that gangsta lean. Dead in your face as I turn up the bass. I make punk suckers run and duck because. I don't try to hide cause you know that I love to. jack a fool for his beat and then I'm Audi. So when I come to your town don't crowd me. Cause I know you're gonna wanna kick it with me. But I know none of y'all can get with me. So you think you're protected. Well you are til you put a funky beat on a record. Then I have to show and prove and use your groove. Cause suckers can't fade the Cube. And if I jack you and you keep comin. I'll have you marks a 100 Miles and Running!. *stop stop stop stop stop!.