our favorite song I'll change the station if the news comes on When the signal ain't coming in too strong We'll make our music honey, all night long If the good
for war Yeah, it's nice to be loved but I like being hated more All the sudden magazines give me good reviews It used to be my name on the equal bad news
weed tip first cause my clique got to be riding high cause it feels so good [Chorus] It feels so good how we kick it in the hood like so good (When
plugged who gotta retire from crime 'Bout to hit that big lick so we gonna pull it (One last time) I got some good news man, some good news We gone
That's how it go that ain't just how I flow I still live it nigga that's how I know In the hood everyday why you dudes eatin' good everyday My momma workin
I'm a king My hair was knotty then Nose, snotty then Sweats, no pockets then Sweatin', no problems then Facts? Off the potty then News? Watchin' karate
Fuck you left me out to dry, stuck Gotta teach news to box, gotta teach news to block And that ain't the half of it man, I gotta teach news to block
Yeah, word up Tradin' places wanna piece of the pie Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame While others'
[Chris Rock] You ain't gotta lie ta kick it [Ice Cube] (verse one) {:02} I know ya like to see me doin' bad But i'm doin' good, fuck the police that
I'll ever be able to turn some of this dirty money Into some clean money? Get a bidness license maybe someday start a record company? Good intentions but I never follow through I got good
wanna see you no more I got no good news woman That's for sure. Gypsy, Gypsy tell me Now what I have in store Well, will I be a rich man Or will I
go mad In packs on the West Side Young girl standing on a ledge looks like another suicide She wants to hit those bricks 'Cause the news at six gotta
used to read Jesus saves A mile away live the rich folks And I see how they're living it up While the poor they eat from hand to mouth The rich is drinkin
won't lower our lofty topsail Nor bring our ship under your lee And you shan't take from us our rich merchant goods Merchant goods, merchant goods Nor
the good news you can keep the bad just gimme the good news the happy not the sad you're money , it never goes far enough these days the rich just getting richer
it's like Then you really might know what it's like Then you really might know what it's like I've seen a rich man beg, I've seen a good man sin I've
Fendi that Burberry bag shoes and the hat to match I like the way it look but bitch I aint buying that I hate to be the bearer of bad news but no more
up and switch up Think of all the times that I rolled wit mine Male groupies got dissed and got the hell out of dodge They was blinded when the good