Who Sang The Nigga Trapp? Ice Cube

Ice Cube Laugh Now, Cry Later cover art
publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: James D'Agostino, O'Shea Jackson
release date: 2006-6-6
length: 3:50
Now that's how this **** go!
And I know you don't like me spittin' in your **********in' face
But ain't a **********in' thing, you can do, about a *****
Punk ************!

Some people may say well, you over-dramatized it
No we're not, it's not a drama workshop, it is a reality
Things like that do take place in prisons
The murders, the suicides, as well as the rapes
Do take place inside these human warehouses

[Ice Cube]
***** I'm a hustler, act like I'm lovin' ya
Don't mind ****in' ya, just like the Governor
Used to be the dope man, rolled a hundred spokes man
When I come through, treat me like the Pope man
Ghetto spokesman, I know *****s
in Eastside Oakland all the way to Brooklyn
And they love my shitty drawers, what you smokin'?
Think you got the balls, ***** I'm a Trojan
Catchin' all that just like a prophylac'
Don't reproduce, that bullshit is whack
Flavor Flav with a white ***** that is whack
Got to put the ***** back in my Cadillac
Take him to the hood, where it's action packed
Let him know that the target's still on his back
It's a hustle called capitalism
Got my *****s in prison, all stuck in the system yeah
Recognize who's a hustler, George Dubya
He's the one that's sittin' back, ****in' ya
With a big **** stuck in ya
I'm from a place where the ****in' Terminator is the Governor

(I got a Public Pretender, tryin' to make me a winner)
(***** please don't surrender, they'll have you for dinner)

[Chorus: Ice Cube]
The ghetto is a ***** trap, take the cheese
Soon as you do it here come the police
Invented and designed fo' us to fail
Where you goin' end up, dead or in jail

[Ice Cube]
You only got two places
State of California, got two faces
**********in' devils, get straight racist
When they get you in them lonely dark places
Concrete slave ships, never move
Where *****s like us get used like a mule
Don't let 'em catch you, arrest you
Strip and undress you, throw you in a cesspool
You wanna know the crime of the century
A ghetto elementary, a mental penitentiary
Black man, you never been friend of me
Boy you kin to me, why we enemies?
The ghetto is a trap
**** where you from, ***** look where you at
Where you wanna be? Point it out on a map
Don't be scared to leave homey, we can come back
If you wanna come back to this bullshit
Most of it comin' straight out the pulpit
We got to change our ways in the hood
Understand that it's AIDS in the hood

The ***** trap

[Chorus: x2]

(I got a Public Pretender, tryin' to make me a winner)
(***** please don't surrender, they'll have you for dinner)

CD 1
  • 1 Definition of a West Coast Gā€™ (intro)
  • 2 Why We Thugs
  • 3 Smoke Some Weed
  • 4 Dimes & Nicks (A Call From Mike Epps)
  • 5 Child Support
  • 6 2 Decades Ago (insert)
  • 7 Doin' What It 'pose 2 Do
  • 8 Laugh Now, Cry Later
  • 9 Stop Snitchin'
  • 10 Go to Church
  • 11 The Nigga Trapp
  • 12 A History of Violence
  • 13 Growin' Up
  • 14 Click, Clack ā€“ Get Back!
  • 15 The Game Lord
  • 16 Chrome & Paint
  • 17 Steal the Show
  • 18 You Gotta Lotta That
  • 19 Spittin' Pollaseeds
  • 20 Holla @ Cha' Boy

  • Album Information
    label: Lench Mob Records
    country(area): United States
    format: CD
    barcode: 094636593920
    script: Latin