Ill-Legal - C.I.A.

Ah yeah

Right about now C.I.A.

is in effect

My name is Dr. Dre their producer

And we gon’cold get retarted

A little somethin like this

All the guys act eerie (why?) I don’t know

Cause I am Darryl (but I’m not Joe)

Posse 1 to the mic, Ice Cube (that's you)

(Kid Dee) that’s me, I’m Posse 2

Sir Jinx is without a doubt Posse 3

3rd to the cut, boy, evidently

Funky fresh, freshly-funky Kid Dee is coldly-coolin

And my boys, we bust out on the west cause I am rulin it Schoolin it, boy, and you don’t want none

Much like a 808 because my bass hums

I am ill gettin iller, Ice Cube is illustratin it A brand new cut, keep the b-boys hatin it Don’t get paid, but that’s alright

I got the riches of a king when I hold the mic

Ill-legal gettin busy, a strong black villain

Ice Cube (Sir Jinx) Kid Dee (what — chillin)

Yeah

(West Coast style)

(The names have been changed to protect the innocent)

(Word)

Now Ice Cube’s gettin busy, my girls are dizzy

Always on the scene with the schoolyard skizzy

Posse 2 playin, def rhyme-sayin

And at the Snooty Fox is where I’m stayin

???, pizza man-jacking

Always in a daze and my mouth keeps yapping

Crenshaw dweller, mix tape seller

Cute with the loot plus I’m a fresh fella

G-g-g-girlie abuser, 8Ball user

I hold the title of the Crenshaw cruiser

Bark like a beagle, word’s ill-legal

Fuck Boy and drive-by Seagal

Kool-Aid I guzzle which makes me puzzled

Moms on my tip, bought her a new muzzle

Ugly girls shakin, miniskirt-takin

Ice Cube (oh yeah) Kid Dee’s money-makin

(Hold it)

(Go) (go) (go) (go) (go)

(L.A. is the place)

(Ah yeah)

(4 and) (3 and) (2 and) (1) (what up) -→Beastie Boys

Had the girlies here early morning, all of them fine

Pushing and shoving, wasn’t even in line

Out here to see me do my thing

Car stopped, door opened, out steps the king

Buggin and sluggin, to wreck the car

You know why, Kid Dee, cause I’m a rap star

Girl kissed my hand and fell to her knees

Said, Hold it everybody, no autographs please

Well me I’m Kid Dee, I stepped out next

I don’t smoke but I’m down for music and sex

I’m the big star and it ain’t no thing

Let facts be facts, I’m down with the king

Tryin not lyin, I keep my profile low

And wouldn’t you know they still ripped my clothes

Knocked me off my feet, right on my seat

Girls caused a riot, bodyguards got beat

(Is that right?)

Now Jinx was last to hit the party

Girls was touchin all on my body

Suckin and grabbin, ripped and torn

The crew was bonin out to the backstage door

Females went nuts, pinchin my butt

Funky fresh Filas kicked the door shut

Huffin and puffin cause we ran far

So we rushed the dressing room with the biggest star

Ill-legal, y’all

(West Coast style) -→C.I.A.

(Raised in L.A.) -→Ice-T

(From L.A.)

(The names have been changed to protect the innocent)

(Word)

He is so conceited but he don’t show it Who me Ice Cube?

(Word up) You know it Broke my leg and I had to hobble

Still did the wop, still quick to squabble

Well, I’m jammin not slammin, don’t give a goddamn and

When I go out to eat it’s caviar not salmon

(Why not?) Cause it’s in stereo

And when we perform, here’s how it goes

Now Jinx’s out first, cause that’s our style

But when my Filas hit the stage, the crowd went wild

Jinx cuts the beat cause he’s the band

I grab the microphone and I throw the mic stand

I threw my hands high cause I need to be seen

I go second to the mic cause that’s the routine

I introduced him and he’d do it for me Yo, that’s Ice Cube (and that’s Kid Dee)

Yo