Album on Man Down
Track 5 on Man Down
Not Like Them Lyrics
[Intro]
First thing I think about is your tussling smile
And all the things that drive me wild
[Verse 1]
Peep this, it’s not a secret (No)
I sound so good over G shit (So good)
And I am so convinced
This world, it don’t make sense (Crazy, wow)
Yeah
Smile in my face, that’s the psych-out
Talk shit behind my back, pull the knife out
Young fool, he call me old school (Damn)
But you the one hope to reach twenty-two (So true)
Young boo, I done lived two of you (Two of you)
Young dog, I done lived three of y’all
So listen to a nigga when I’m freein’ y’all (Listen)
It’s no sucker shit when it’s me involved (None, ayy, crazy)
[Chorus]
Understand I am not like them
Chew ‘еm up, spit ’em out like phlegm (Crazy, mm)
And I am so convincеd (What?)
This world, it don’t make sense
[Verse 2]
Back to the future, it’s a crisis
Controlled by these hand devices
Smartphone (Smartphone) equal dumb domes (Dumb domes)
Done forgot how to make my way back home
Ain’t that a bitch?
Which way we goin’, huh? (Ayy, do you remember my phone?)
I forgot, shit
We fish, call internet (Damn)
So let’s blow up the internet (Boom)
It’s artificial intelligence (Fake shit)
That make people irrelevant
Niggas goin’ where the devil went
But Cube, never out my element
Keep it one thou’-thou’ (Yeah)
And if you wanna bring the funk
Niggas still down with the pow-pow
If I do it, I’ll never regret it (Never)
This world’ll drive you crazy if you let it (Fuck that)
See Ice Cube Live
[Chorus]
(Never) And I am so convinced (What?)
This world, it don’t make sense (Yeah)
Understand I am not like them (No)
I’d rather be here kickin’ with Kim
[Verse 3]
Every time I see them cakes
A nigga can’t concentrate, that’s why I’m overweight
‘Cause I overate, wanna procreate
Let’s glide on this beat like roller skates, baby (Yeah)
Understand I am not like them
My cup runneth over past the rim
Check out my melody like Rakim
It’s not a felony chasin’ my celery
Fuck what you tellin’ me, I’ma live heavenly (Yeah)
Do this shit ’til I’m seventy
Do this shit ’til I’m ninety
And I still got the homie
Mr. WC as my crimee
You in the foxhole with the vets (That’s right)
Livin’ life with no regrets (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Understand I am not like them (No)
Chew ’em up, spit ’em out like phlegm (Yeah, yo, hmm)
And I am so convinced
This world, it don’t make sense