Ice Cube, WC - Guilty by Affiliation lyrics
Ice Cube [O'Shea Jackson Sr.] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Ice Cube, WC - Guilty by Affiliation lyrics]
From hood to hood, city to project
The project
Nigga what's the motherfuckin' dialect?
Gangstas, caught in a shuffle
Niggas tryin' to turn a constant
Struggle to the positive hustle
Whether it's the yay or the 9-to-5
The pills or the chronic
We hustle to stay alive
And if you ain't Reggie Bush runnin' a rock
You better be good as
Kobe slangin' a jumpshot
Cause round here the odds
Of success is nimble
It's like Russian Roulet with five
Bullets in the barrel
I'm located on the map
With latinos and black
American dream is pistol and a dope sack
Where they process, strip us down to scan us
Lock us up and ban us, the city of bandanas
Where we
Grind steadily and move to
The 12-gauge melody
Just livin' in the hood is a felony
And if you guilty by affiliation
And you're subject to humiliation
And you're facin' incarceration
Probation or under investigation
Throw your hands up to the sky
Oh Lord please tell me why
My own people gon' testify
I'm in the hood and I don't have a alibi
I'm lookin' at my TV the commercials keep
Tellin' me, nigga 'Be All You Can Be'
But if ain't BET or in the backseat
Of the LAPD I'd barely see me
It's a trip, the whole world finna rap
But when it's time to shine
Where all the real niggas at?
Do a nigga gotta be rich, just to get over?
Do a gotta be a bitch to sit next to Oprah?
It must be the walk but I'mma keep it OG
I'm a nigga that like soul
Food and to smoke weed
And stay breaded, hit the corner on the hog
With my middle finger twisted
Index and pinky spreaded
A sellout nigga, I'm the wrong type
West Coast nigga, take flight on site
I know they
Hate to see me comin' but
I gots to put the blue
Chucks on the pedal and rep it for the ghetto
And if you guilty by affiliation
And you're subject to humiliation
And you're facin' incarceration
Probation or under investigation
Throw your hands up to the sky
Oh Lord please tell me why
My own people gon' testify
I'm in the hood and I don't have a alibi
Fo-fo' up under my zipper
Cause bein' black ain't a job
It's a motherfuckin' adventure
Look, the gun shots won't cease
And rollin' by
If it ain't my enemies then it's the police
I'm askin', which one will kill me faster?
Is it that drive-by
Or the cigarette causin' cancer?
God made a promise that we all gon' die
Along the ride nigga might as
Well ball and get high
So I'm sittin' back with the zig-zag
Grabbin' and snappin'
The gank back for action just in
Case I gotta get to clappin'
Cause niggas is playin' elimination
And where I'm from every
Nigga's guilty by affiliation
That's why we ride and the young die
And you lucky if you live to
Pass 25 that's why they
Hate to see me comin' but
I gots to put the blue
Chucks on the pedal and rep it for the ghetto
And if you guilty by affiliation
And you're subject to humiliation
And you're facin' incarceration
Probation or under investigation
Throw your hands up to the sky
Oh Lord please tell me why
My own people gon' testify
I'm in the hood and I don't have a alibi
I gotta rep where I'm from (Where you from?)
South Central where the good die young
(Where you at?) Western & Imperial
It's the pure West Coast
Comin' out your stereo
(West Coast)
I gotta rep where I'm from (Where you from?)
South Central where the good die young
(Where you at?) Western & Imperial
It's the pure West Coast
Comin' out your stereo
The project
Nigga what's the motherfuckin' dialect?
Gangstas, caught in a shuffle
Niggas tryin' to turn a constant
Struggle to the positive hustle
Whether it's the yay or the 9-to-5
The pills or the chronic
We hustle to stay alive
And if you ain't Reggie Bush runnin' a rock
You better be good as
Kobe slangin' a jumpshot
Cause round here the odds
Of success is nimble
It's like Russian Roulet with five
Bullets in the barrel
I'm located on the map
With latinos and black
American dream is pistol and a dope sack
Where they process, strip us down to scan us
Lock us up and ban us, the city of bandanas
Where we
Grind steadily and move to
The 12-gauge melody
Just livin' in the hood is a felony
And if you guilty by affiliation
And you're subject to humiliation
And you're facin' incarceration
Probation or under investigation
Throw your hands up to the sky
Oh Lord please tell me why
My own people gon' testify
I'm in the hood and I don't have a alibi
I'm lookin' at my TV the commercials keep
Tellin' me, nigga 'Be All You Can Be'
But if ain't BET or in the backseat
Of the LAPD I'd barely see me
It's a trip, the whole world finna rap
But when it's time to shine
Where all the real niggas at?
Do a nigga gotta be rich, just to get over?
Do a gotta be a bitch to sit next to Oprah?
It must be the walk but I'mma keep it OG
I'm a nigga that like soul
Food and to smoke weed
And stay breaded, hit the corner on the hog
With my middle finger twisted
Index and pinky spreaded
A sellout nigga, I'm the wrong type
West Coast nigga, take flight on site
I know they
Hate to see me comin' but
I gots to put the blue
Chucks on the pedal and rep it for the ghetto
And if you guilty by affiliation
And you're subject to humiliation
And you're facin' incarceration
Probation or under investigation
Throw your hands up to the sky
Oh Lord please tell me why
My own people gon' testify
I'm in the hood and I don't have a alibi
Fo-fo' up under my zipper
Cause bein' black ain't a job
It's a motherfuckin' adventure
Look, the gun shots won't cease
And rollin' by
If it ain't my enemies then it's the police
I'm askin', which one will kill me faster?
Is it that drive-by
Or the cigarette causin' cancer?
God made a promise that we all gon' die
Along the ride nigga might as
Well ball and get high
So I'm sittin' back with the zig-zag
Grabbin' and snappin'
The gank back for action just in
Case I gotta get to clappin'
Cause niggas is playin' elimination
And where I'm from every
Nigga's guilty by affiliation
That's why we ride and the young die
And you lucky if you live to
Pass 25 that's why they
Hate to see me comin' but
I gots to put the blue
Chucks on the pedal and rep it for the ghetto
And if you guilty by affiliation
And you're subject to humiliation
And you're facin' incarceration
Probation or under investigation
Throw your hands up to the sky
Oh Lord please tell me why
My own people gon' testify
I'm in the hood and I don't have a alibi
I gotta rep where I'm from (Where you from?)
South Central where the good die young
(Where you at?) Western & Imperial
It's the pure West Coast
Comin' out your stereo
(West Coast)
I gotta rep where I'm from (Where you from?)
South Central where the good die young
(Where you at?) Western & Imperial
It's the pure West Coast
Comin' out your stereo