Текст (слова) песни: Ice-T - Bitches 2

I once knew this brother
Who I thought was cool with me
Chilled out together
Even went to school with me
Fly nigga, my ace boon coon
Used to low ride together
Shot dice in the bathroom
Ya want trouble?
Well trouble ya found
Cause we diss ya, then issue
The critical beat down
He needed money
I would always come through
Needed a car? He could use mine too
But bust this!
Out on the street
People say he was riffin`
Callin` me a sucker
Talkin` bout how foul I`m livin`
Someone heard him
Poppin` that shit last week
Frontin` for some pussy
From some big butt freak
Sayin` I`m his worker
I was on his dick!
Talkin` that craazy old weak assed shit
and after all of that
She still walked away
How ya gonna diss your boy
To get some play?
And when I stepped to him about it
He said, "Who snitched?"

[CHORUS]
Yo, how did he go out?
He went out like a bitch!
So ladies
We ain`t just talkin` bout you
Cause some of you niggas
Is bitches too!

I knew this brother named Mitch
Stone player
He meet a girl, in five min. he lay her
Trucked crazy jewels
Hands smothered in ice
Been to prison not once, but twice
Kept a stupid thick posse
Made of thugs and
Crooks and hoods
and vet hustlers
Who were up to no good
But they all stood behind him
and watched his back
That`s the only way
To roll on the track
But yo,
Mitch got rushed by feds last week
The snatchbared the runk
Of his white Corniche
Took a look inside
And what did they see?
Two keys, and a gallon of PCP!
Oh shit! The thought crashed
Mitch`s subliminal
Three strikes, that`s called
Habitual criminal
So insted of goin` under
He snitched on his whole posse
Maxed at the crib
And sipped Martini and Rossi
Sold out his whole crew
That rat named Mitch

[CHORUS]

I knew this guy
That was never that fly
Couldn`t act cool
Even when he tried
When we played rough
He always cried
When he told stories, he always lied
A Black brother
Who was missin` the cool part
He had the color
But was missin` the true heart
When we would fight
He would always go down quick
So he took karate
and he still got his ass kicked
But now he`s married
And he kicks his wife`s ass
Says it comes from problems
That he had in the past
Doesn`t like Blacks
Claims he`s upper class
Joined the police, got himself a badge
Now he rolls the streets
and he`s cut to jack
Doggin` young brothers
Cause they usually don`t fight back
Got a White partner
And he asked for that
and every night
Another head they crack
So now he`s big man
But he really ain`t shit!

[CHORUS]

Out one night with my crew
and some new kid
I didn`T know homeboy, but Evil E did
So I thought he was cool
We rode in his ride
Rag top tray on Daytons
Lifted side to side
We hit the party deep
Niggas was hawkin` me
You could feel the vibe
Of thick artillery
Parliament was on, some O.G. shit
I put my back to the wall
And felt my pistol grip
al of a sudden
Niggas started trippin`
Flippin`, the record started skippin`
Wildin`, fools started locn up
Gats cracked
The room started smokin` up
Me and "E" hit the floor
And then the back door
My boys let off an automatic encore
But when we made it out to the ride
It was gone, we had to shoot it out
Side by side
Punk left us there to die in a ditch!

[CHORUS]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Ice-T - Bitches 2 I once knew this brother Who I thought was cool with me Chilled out together Even went to school with me Fly nigga, my ace boon coon Used to low ride together Shot dice in the bathroom Ya want trouble? Well trouble ya found Cause we diss ya, then issue The critical beat down He needed money I would always come through Needed a car? He could use mine too But bust this! Out on the street People say he was riffin` Callin` me a sucker Talkin` bout how foul I`m livin` Someone heard him Poppin` that shit last week Frontin` for some pussy From some big butt freak Sayin` I`m his worker I was on his dick! Talkin` that craazy old weak assed shit and after all of that She still walked away How ya gonna diss your boy To get some play? And when I stepped to him about it He said, "Who snitched?" [CHORUS] Yo, how did he go out? He went out like a bitch! So ladies We ain`t just talkin` bout you Cause some of you niggas Is bitches too! I knew this brother named Mitch Stone player He meet a girl, in five min. he lay her Trucked crazy jewels Hands smothered in ice Been to prison not once, but twice Kept a stupid thick posse Made of thugs and Crooks and hoods and vet hustlers Who were up to no good But they all stood behind him and watched his back That`s the only way To roll on the track But yo, Mitch got rushed by feds last week The snatchbared the runk Of his white Corniche Took a look inside And what did they see? Two keys, and a gallon of PCP! Oh shit! The thought crashed Mitch`s subliminal Three strikes, that`s called Habitual criminal So insted of goin` under He snitched on his whole posse Maxed at the crib And sipped Martini and Rossi Sold out his whole crew That rat named Mitch [CHORUS] I knew this guy That was never that fly Couldn`t act cool Even when he tried When we played rough He always cried When he told stories, he always lied A Black brother Who was missin` the cool part He had the color But was missin` the true heart When we would fight He would always go down quick So he took karate and he still got his ass kicked But now he`s married And he kicks his wife`s ass Says it comes from problems That he had in the past Doesn`t like Blacks Claims he`s upper class Joined the police, got himself a badge Now he rolls the streets and he`s cut to jack Doggin` young brothers Cause they usually don`t fight back Got a White partner And he asked for that and every night Another head they crack So now he`s big man But he really ain`t shit! [CHORUS] Out one night with my crew and some new kid I didn`T know homeboy, but Evil E did So I thought he was cool We rode in his ride Rag top tray on Daytons Lifted side to side We hit the party deep Niggas was hawkin` me You could feel the vibe Of thick artillery Parliament was on, some O.G. shit I put my back to the wall And felt my pistol grip al of a sudden Niggas started trippin` Flippin`, the record started skippin` Wildin`, fools started locn up Gats cracked The room started smokin` up Me and "E" hit the floor And then the back door My boys let off an automatic encore But when we made it out to the ride It was gone, we had to shoot it out Side by side Punk left us there to die in a ditch! [CHORUS] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Bitches 2: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/108/1/854.html Все тексты песен: Ice-T » Ice-T - Always Wanted to be a Ho » Ice-T - Midnight » Ice-T - The Girl Tried to Kill Me » Ice-T - Pulse of the Rhyme » Ice-T - Make it Funky » Ice-T - Iceberg » Ice-T - G Style » Ice-T - Forced to Do Dirt » Ice-T - Peel Their Caps Back » Ice-T - Exodus » Ice-T - Don`t Hate The Playa » Ice-T - Return Of The Real » Ice-T - L.G.B.N.A.F. » Ice-T - The 5th » Ice-T - Ny, Ny » Ice-T - You Played Yourself » Ice-T - Home Invasion » Ice-T - Sondoobiest Interlude » Ice-T - Radio Suckers » Ice-T - Cramp Your Style Рекомендуем скачать: » Цветомузыка - Слишком громко играет музыка » Цыганова Вика - Холода » Цыганова Вика - Я ехала домой » Центр, Василий Шумов - Это самое » Цыганова Вика - Атаман (Над Тереком) » Цыганова Вика - Деньги » Цыганова Вика - Облака » Цветы - Стучат колеса » Цыганова Вика - Москва » Центр, Василий Шумов - Невесомости хватит казхдому » Цыганова Вика - Андреевский флаг » Цыганова Вика - Дед Мороз » Цыганова Вика - Жаль » Цыганова Вика - Конь вороной » Цыганова Вика - Золото » Цветы - Мы желаем счастья вам » Цыганова Вика - Свечи » Цыганова Вика - Гроздья рябины » Цыганова Вика - Русская водка » Цыганова Вика - Жизнь моя беспутная
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