[Ice Cube]
I love the sound of gangsta shit in the mornin'
[Some guy]
Bitch you know the size
World motherfucking wide
[Ice Cube]
You ain't got to be in the pen to be in prison
You in the prison of your mutherfuckin' mind
[Some guy]
What kinda time we got up here?
[Ice Cube]
15:30 am
Everything is real on this concrete and steel
Everything is real on this concrete and steel
The warfare is mental
The warfare is mental
[Some guy]
Supreme gangster shit
We dream gangster shit
[Ice Cube]
Now I wanna see if you punk mutherfuckers is paying attention
I love the sound of gangsta shit in the mornin'Writer(s): Ahlert/Young
I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter
And make believe it came from you
I'm gonna write words oh so sweet
They're gonna knock me off my feet
A lotta kisses on the bottom
I'll be glad I got 'em
I'm gonna smile and say: "I hope you're feeling better"
And close with love the way you do
I'm gonna sit (right) down and write myself a letter
(And make believe it came, though I know it's not the same)
And (I'll) make believe (that) it came from you