Not Like Them Songtext
von Ice Cube

First thing I think about is your lovely smile
And all the things that drive me wild

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 22 (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)

Understand I am not like them
Chew 'em up, spit ′em out like phlegm (crazy, mm)
And I am so convinced (what?)
This world, it don't make sense


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', homie? (Ayy, do you remember my phone?)
I forgot, shit (I don′t even remember my damn number)

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)

(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


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 70
Do this shit 'til I′m 90
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)

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