Ice Cube – True To The Game (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)

But I refuse to switch even though
Put a bug in your ear and now you crossed over
Giving our music away to the mainstream
Niggas always gotta show they teeth
Cause I can’t move to the snow

Mister Big
House nigga scum
No more white fans and no more soul
Don’t you know they ain’t down with the team
But you, you wanna be white and corny
Get the hell out
Do you like what you see?
You don’t associate with the Negroes
They hate to see a young nigga rich
And you know what’s worse?
You was just like the nigga in the first verse
And you might have a heart attack
Living way out
You out in the cold
You was hardcore hip-hop
Trying to be White or a Jew
So what really goes on
You little punk, be true to the game
Ya wanna put a white bitch on your elbow
Get a grip, oreo and be true to the game
Moving out your neighborhood
It started off slow and then you start climbing
Now I’m a be brief
But it wasn’t fast enough I guess
Cause soon as y’all get some dough
So stop holding your ass tight
But I walk through the ghetto and the flavor’s good
When you first start rhyming
You know that’s right
Black man can’t be no yuppie
But Jack is calling you a nigger behind your back
So back off genius
Find a mirror and take a look, G
You wanna be the big fish, you little guppy
You ain’t white
Cause you can’t pass
Stop being an Uncle Tom, you little sell-out
Little kids jumping on me
Fuck around and get your ghetto pass revoked
On MTV but they don’t care
They just sent they boss over
I ain’t saying no names, you know who you are
Nothing but a come-up, but ain’t that a bitch
A message to the oreo cookie
With your black ass
You put on your suit and tie and your big clothes
So why you keep trying to pass?
You wanna be just like Jack
You only got yourself to blame
Before you end up broke
When you find out the black folks don’t want you back

Stop selling out your race
But you’re quick to point the finger at me
They’ll have a new nigga next year
So you gave your other style a test
But in reality, you’re shorter than a midge
It’s the nigga ya love to hate with a new song
Now look at yourself, boy you done flip-flopped
Give something back to the place where you made it from
Be true to the game
And wipe that stupid-ass smile off your face
"Nigger go home" spray-painted on your house
I don’t need you to correct my broken English
But ask yourself, who are they to be equal to?