Songtext When i get to heaven Ice Cube

When i get to heaven

[Ice Cube]:Damn, so you still out here waitin, huh?]
{Reverand}:Mmmhmmm
[So you don't mind if I go on 'n take this watch and the, car keys?]
{Nah, Jesus'll give me another one}
[Aight den, cool]

(Dog barks while he starts car and drives off)

Listen to the preacher man,
But are you talkin' to me?
I can't here ya with a mouth full of pigs feet,
Pry' shouldn't eat the swine fless,
Ya body is a mess, but ya blessed,
With the Father, Son, Spirit, and the Holy Ghost,
But my whole neighborhood is comatose,
Lookin' for survival,
The devil made you a slave,
And he gave you a bible,
Four hundered years of gettin' our ass kicked,
By so-called Christians and Catholics,
But I'mma watch 'em burn in the fi-re,
See I'mma G that's why I ain't in ya choi-r,
'Cause I see, 'cause I know,
The church ain't nothin' but a fashion show,
Get the devil do a one-eighty-seven,
And they won't call me a nigga,
When I Get To Heaven,

Your waitin' for the devil to come form the ground,
Clown, take a look around,
Just look at the cross that the priest is holdin',
A beast, in sheeps clothin',
But I'm rollin',
With that knowledge itself,
'Cause Heaven ain't just wealth,
So mister preacher,
If I can't pay my tide,
Do I haf'ta wait outside?
White man, please take another look,
'Cause we couldn't be readin' out the same book,
'Cause you's a crook, and I'm a brotha,
King James had sex with his motha,
Is that your edition? Is that your religion?
Black man you gotta make a decision,
'Cause God is comin' on day number seven,
And they won't call me a nigga,
When I Get To Heaven,

The same white man that put me in the slamma,
He bombed a church in Alabama,
So if I cocked the hammer God won't mind,
If I have to kill the human swine,
'Cause God is a killa from the start,
Why you think, Noah had to build his arc,
And God is a man from his feet to his hair,
That's why you say aME
N, after each and every prayer,
I just stare at the church man,
Spendin' more money on the "church-ban",
Buddy Lodges' got a plan,
Had the white man screamin',"Damn, that FAIR-i-can,"
'Cause one day these babies'll up rise,
Much more than bow ties and Levis,
Kickin knowledge at the Seven-Eleven,
And they won't call me a nigga,
When I Get To Heaven,

.....But when it come to standin' up, we find a convenient excuse, to lay down, back away from struggle.