Текст (слова) песни: Ice-T - Ice M.F. T

Yeah! 1993, I`m back motherfucker, this is Ice T.
Got my nigga Ice Cube in the motherfuckin house.
Yeah! Up here in the ammo dump studios I got my
nigga Aladdin, SLJ`s in the motherfuckin place,
behind the mixin boards,
we about to do dis shit like this here!

Verse 1:

It`s goin down tonight in L.A.
Buckshot and uzis spray
Microphone blowa
The bitch checka
The ho wrecka
Ice motherfuckin T
Nigga step to me
But grab ya hoes quick
Cause the Syndicate`s throwin that crazy dick
Punk motherfuckers run up
You`ll get done up
We`ll have your ass gunned up
Before sun-up
So what`s the color I`m raggin?
Been a millionare for years
Still saggin
Left pocket`s stuffed with the ???
.380 in my right so it sags a little bit
More than the rest of my gear
When I`m on tour
I empty clips
Bust lips
And break jaws
Cause I love to loc up
So punk motherfucker don`t choke up
When you`re talkin to me

Chorus:

Ice, Ice motherfuckin T (x4)

Verse 2:

Bush, Quayle and Clinton got a problem with me:
The motheruckin T
I give less than a fuck about any of them
Or their fuckin police friends
They`d like to take me out
Make me a goner
They even tryin to sweat Time Warner
Why?
For tellin the truth to the youth
That a lot of motherfuckers are hot
And want police shot?
You can`t stop the shock (?)
The fires are out
But the coals are still hot
I got juice to bring pain
You tryin to fuck with the Ice
Are you insane?
This shit is bigger than me
Be warned
It`s the calm before the storm
And every fuckin thing I write
Is gonna be analyzed by somebody white

Chorus

Verse 3:

Run motherfucker, hide motherfucker, trip motherfucker, die motherfucker
You don`t give love
And you won`t get loved
You don`t push
And you won`t get shoved
No joke
I ain`t here to laugh
I ain`t here to cry
But every night of the week
One of my homies die
Eeny meeny mynie moe
Blood`s pourin out the naps of your afro
It could be you
Could be you
Could be you
Could be your whole damn crew
It happens real quick
Screechin tires
Next thing you`re hit
Your body`s cold
Your body`s hot
You feel your chest
You gasp for breath
You`re shot
And now your homies is trippin`
Lookin for a gat to put they clip in
Street crime-
That`s the thing I bring, Ice T
I rap ??? sing
They call it controversy
I call it truth with no mercy
The beats are phat Ammo Dump tracks
The kind that make speakers crack
Not made for squares
Or the weak punks
That made the bump trunks
Press-
Get the fuck out my fuckin face
I ain`t got no more time to waste
A ho is a ho, a bitch is a bitch, a nigga is a nigga
And that`s it
I`m through explainin the shit
You just makin me backtrack
The next duck reporter might get hit with a blackjack
Plus
Every one of my true fans
Totally understands
A nigga like me

Chorus (x2)

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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 - Ice M.F. T Yeah! 1993, I`m back motherfucker, this is Ice T. Got my nigga Ice Cube in the motherfuckin house. Yeah! Up here in the ammo dump studios I got my nigga Aladdin, SLJ`s in the motherfuckin place, behind the mixin boards, we about to do dis shit like this here! Verse 1: It`s goin down tonight in L.A. Buckshot and uzis spray Microphone blowa The bitch checka The ho wrecka Ice motherfuckin T Nigga step to me But grab ya hoes quick Cause the Syndicate`s throwin that crazy dick Punk motherfuckers run up You`ll get done up We`ll have your ass gunned up Before sun-up So what`s the color I`m raggin? Been a millionare for years Still saggin Left pocket`s stuffed with the ??? .380 in my right so it sags a little bit More than the rest of my gear When I`m on tour I empty clips Bust lips And break jaws Cause I love to loc up So punk motherfucker don`t choke up When you`re talkin to me Chorus: Ice, Ice motherfuckin T (x4) Verse 2: Bush, Quayle and Clinton got a problem with me: The motheruckin T I give less than a fuck about any of them Or their fuckin police friends They`d like to take me out Make me a goner They even tryin to sweat Time Warner Why? For tellin the truth to the youth That a lot of motherfuckers are hot And want police shot? You can`t stop the shock (?) The fires are out But the coals are still hot I got juice to bring pain You tryin to fuck with the Ice Are you insane? This shit is bigger than me Be warned It`s the calm before the storm And every fuckin thing I write Is gonna be analyzed by somebody white Chorus Verse 3: Run motherfucker, hide motherfucker, trip motherfucker, die motherfucker You don`t give love And you won`t get loved You don`t push And you won`t get shoved No joke I ain`t here to laugh I ain`t here to cry But every night of the week One of my homies die Eeny meeny mynie moe Blood`s pourin out the naps of your afro It could be you Could be you Could be you Could be your whole damn crew It happens real quick Screechin tires Next thing you`re hit Your body`s cold Your body`s hot You feel your chest You gasp for breath You`re shot And now your homies is trippin` Lookin for a gat to put they clip in Street crime- That`s the thing I bring, Ice T I rap ??? sing They call it controversy I call it truth with no mercy The beats are phat Ammo Dump tracks The kind that make speakers crack Not made for squares Or the weak punks That made the bump trunks Press- Get the fuck out my fuckin face I ain`t got no more time to waste A ho is a ho, a bitch is a bitch, a nigga is a nigga And that`s it I`m through explainin the shit You just makin me backtrack The next duck reporter might get hit with a blackjack Plus Every one of my true fans Totally understands A nigga like me Chorus (x2) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Ice M.F. T: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/108/1/948.html Все тексты песен: Ice-T » Ice-T - Get Your Moneyman » Ice-T - Sex » Ice-T - Funky Gripsta » Ice-T - CJ Mac Interlude » Ice-T - Pimpin` Ain`t Easy (Godfather Theme) » Ice-T - Heartbeat » Ice-T - 409 » Ice-T - Power » Ice-T - Reckless (12") » Ice-T - Disorder (featuring Slayer) » Ice-T - L.G.B.N.A.F. » Ice-T - Midnight » Ice-T - You Played Yourself » Ice-T - Depths Of Hell (featuring Daddy Nitro) » Ice-T - Intro » Ice-T - Drama » Ice-T - The Girl Tried to Kill Me » Ice-T - Get Your Moneyman » Ice-T - Fly By » Ice-T - The Iceberg Рекомендуем скачать: » Олег Шмаков - Партия » Олег Куприев - Театр восставших марионеток. Поле Чудес » Ольга Арефьева - Чёрная флейта » Ольга Запрудина - Песенка о себе » Ольга Левковская - Межсезонье » Олег Кабалик - Какая странная весна... » Олег Задорожный - Четвертый час утра, у нас » Олег Газманов - Эскадрон » Олег Шимуда - Посвящение озеру Айя » Огонек Катя - Белая тайга » Облачный край, Сергей Богаев - Отходная » Ольга Арефьева (Ковчег) - В верхнюю салду на белом коне » Олег Митяев - Дует ветер » Ольга Арефьева (Ковчег) - Сделай что-нибудь » Ольга Чикина - Кукушечка » Олег Митяев - Сестра милосердия » Олег Щетников - Ночная песня » Олег Митяев - Травник » Ольга Залесская - Коты заводятся мурлыкать... » Ольга Афраймович - Сухое дерево 2 (песня)
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