Ice Cube — True to the Game Clean Edit

[Intro] Smooth Yep Smooth [Verse 1] It's the brotha ya love to hate with a new song So what really goes on? Nothin' but a come-up, but ain't that a trip They hate to see a young brotha rich But I refuse to switch even though 'Cause I can't move to the snow 'Cause soon as y'all get some dough Ya wanna put a white trick on your elbow Moving out your neighborhood But I walk through the ghetto, and the flavor's good Little kids jumping on me But you, you wanna be white and corny Living way out "Fool go home", spray-painted on your house Trying to be a devil, that's true But ask yourself, who are they to be equal to? Get thе hell out Stop being, a Uncle Tom, you littlе sell-out House n---- scum Give something back to the place where you made it from Before you end up broke Mess around, and get your ghetto pass revoked I ain't saying no names, you know who you are, you little punk Be true to the game [Interlude] Yeah, you ain't nothin' busta, you know that? I was thinkin' about gettin' you the other day But I said, "Nah" You know, I knew you grew up in the hood and everything But you don't come back no more, homie Thinkin' about takin' you out, that's real [Verse 2] When you first start rhyming, it started off slow But then you start climbing But it wasn't fast enough I guess So you gave your other style a test You was hardcore hip-hop Now look at yourself, boy, you done flip-flopped Giving our music away to the mainstream Don't you know they ain't down with the team? They just sent they boss over Put a bug in your ear, and now ya crossed over On MTV, but they don't care They'll have a new n---- next year Out in the cold No more white fans, and no more soul And you might have a heart attack When you find out the Black folks don't want you back And you know what's worse? You was just like the sucker in the first verse Stop sellin' out ya race And wipe that stupid lookin' smile off your face Blacks always gotta show they teeth Now I'ma be brief, be true to the game [Interlude] Look at you, man Used to be cock diesel now pop goes the weasel I always knew you was a mark, that's on the real, homie Used to be hardcore, now you just went off It's like they said: Give a dog a bone and watch him go fetch You went out like a bad knee, fool [Verse 3] A message to the Oreo cookie Find a mirror, and take a look, G Do you like what you see? But you're quick to point the finger at me You wanna be the big fish, you little guppy Black man can't be no yuppie You put on your suit and tie, and your big clothes You don't associate with the Negroes You wanna be just like Jack But Jack, is calling you a monkey behind your back So back off genius I don't need you to correct my broken English You know that's right You ain't white So stop holding your butt tight 'Cause you can't pass So why you keep trying to pass? Black as a mutha (Yo, hold up, loc) Mister Big But in reality, you're shorter than a midge You only got yourself to blame Get a grip, Oreo, and be true to the game [Outro] Yeah Yo, I wanna say 'What's up' to all the brothas that's true to the game Lench Mob, WC and the Maad Circle, KAM, Cypress Hill, Ice Cube That's how we doin' it in '92 Fool, be true to the game