Ice Cube Horny Little Devil May 2026

You got a little money in your pocketYou think you're a rocketReady to blast off and leave the neighborhoodThinking that the white girl's goodBut she's only there for the rideAnd the pride of a black man, you hideDeep inside, you're a selloutAnd you're wonderin' why I'm yellin' outBecause you're turnin' your back on your sistersAnd you're lookin' for the MistersThe ones with the blond hair and blue eyesTelling you all the liesAbout how they love you for who you areBut they only love you because you're a star

(Sample: "You horny little devil!")Yeah, it's the Death CertificateAnd you're just another casualtyOf the mentalityThat white is rightBut we're gonna win the fightPeace to the sistersAnd death to the mistersThe horny little devils(Sample: "You horny little devil!") Reading Politically: Fredric Jameson, Ideology, and Utopia Ice Cube Horny Little Devil

I see you at the clubs with your "Snow Queen"Thinking you're the king of the sceneBut you're just a pawn in her gameAnd you're bringin' your people shameShe don't know nothin' about your struggleShe only knows how to juggleYour money and your fameWhile you're forgettin' your nameAnd where you came fromYou're actin' real dumbThinkin' that the grass is greenerBut the devil's gettin' leanerWhile you're gettin' fat and lazyAnd your mind's gettin' hazy You got a little money in your pocketYou