Ice-T - Fuck it
Tekst :
[Intro: WC]
Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang
Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang
Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang
[Ice-T]
Yeah sup with these niggas in the club lookin at
niggas crazy and shit (Word, yeah fuck them body-o s homes)
Motherfuckers is faggots (call me nigga?)
[Ice-T]
Step back it s the ultimate nigga with the hot shit
The last standin man, smack you with my backhand
The veteran-er-the games you claim to be in
Let me begin, express it, explain the dilemma
[Chorus: Ice-T]
It s either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas who ride, niggas that ll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
[Ice-T]
It s the National Pass Time, it s blast time - club s out
Niggas break ill, pop-drunks get the guns out
Set the shit off with the full clips
Niggas lookin hard in the club - now whassup bitch?
Whassup bitch?!! Pull your weapon if you got it
I da shot it, plus you never live with rockets
tried to dodge it, caught you all in the arm pit
Easy target, dug you out in the lot kid
[Chorus: Ice-T]
It s either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that ll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
It s either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that ll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
[El Sadiq]
Yo, too many bitch-ass-niggas think they got a lot
And I ma dead these wannabe heads with consecutive shots
Man, they smile up in you, griller wanna give you a pen
Stick it to your crew like glue like they been down
Man listen, kill that bull with the fake-ass handshakes
You can slide by me with the rest of them damn snakes
Flakin like paper while I m takin my life serious
You talkin and playin , your whole antenna s mystevious
Claimin that you got juice with an ultimate ??
But when the brother test you, murder and recieved no types of love
You think you got game, with that favour to your brain?
FUCK YA NAME!!! Stompin the rut got yourself to blame
I represent Castor - bring it to you live
But cool and civilized, despise a nigga s livin lies
No alibi s I see the weakness in your eyes dun
You wanna run? Plus ya scared to shoot a gun for fun
You bust a couple of slugs off the rooftop
My team, come and touch ya somethin , make ya crew drop
My nigga ICE, twice as nice
El Sadiq free shit but platinum mics
[Chorus: Ice-T]
It s either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that ll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
It s either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that ll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
[Powerlord JEL]
You wanna get live? Start scaubblin with the bald-heads
callin them family, told em nothin but the feds
That s the blue and red who be dead
when the sunrise come six in the mornin ?
I m maxin like a wiseguy
Know the John Gotti but I m fuckin up the body
Everytime my poet thug at a party
Ya wanna step to T, go through JEL first
But remember where you see your homicide show rehearsed
Check em tag-times like they do with a pencil
No more solitary cause we mashin in a Benzo
Next who gettin hitters talkin shit cause we bit em
Seven Deadly Sinner, problem-atic-rhyme-spitter
You a quitter - but I ma bomb steady
If I was out of slugs, look out for Machette
from ear to ear homes, it s clear, you ll be bleedin
Not me motherfucker lifestyles I ve been devin
[Chorus: Ice-T]
It s either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that ll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
It s either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that ll kill for this side
Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
[Outro: Ice-T]
Yeah, Ice-T nigga, El sadiq nigga
JEL - Rhyme Poetic Mafia nigga
You niggas really don t wanna get down
Talk a lot of shit but you don t wanna get down
Bitch-ass-niggas, hit a nigga dead in his wig FUCK IT!!!
Seventh...Ice-T - Pimp anthem
Tekst :
96
Ah shit
Ice-T back
Representin, nigga, once again
That real shit, nigga
I thought you knew, bitch
Better recognize
[ CHORUS ]
Players, check your grip before you get popped
Bitches, get my money before you get dropped
Gotcha - buggin off the words I say
Because this type of pimpin happens every day
[ VERSE 1 ]
Niggas wanna know my steelo
Bitches wanna get with the baddest
Hustlin apparatus
It s the LA cash flow master-roller
No one gets colder, I used to flip boulders
Of caine, on my brain, it s outta control, crime plot
A dead-ass cop and muthafuckas get got
In the game it ain t safe for the weak or the timid
Known to break a bitch but barely rarely slide up in it
So you see me in a club, grab your woman like you wanna
Blink your eyes and the freak is out there freezin on the corner
She got caught by the curls and the jewels
Lookin for a nigga that is quick to pull tools
Now she s breakin herself, makin herself
Respect my technique of pimpin, minus all simpin
Check it bitches, it ain t nothin nice
You re gonna seal or sell pussy if you roll with the Ice
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 2 ]
Oh my God, the nigga rolls hard..
Every player mentions me
The hustler of the century
(Ice, that nigga ain t nothin nice!)
I got more freaks than Heff , my bankroll s off vice
Commandin straight pimp tactics
None of y all can match this
Meet a freak in a week, her workplace a matress
Really though, recognize the pimp type flow
I don t smoke endo, I count cash on my patio
So much love on the streets, don t need no bodyguard
Big up to my homies with the pimp type nod
I m off the hook, checkin traps in Vegas [Name]
Full link mink with the matchin borsalino
I change cars like you change drawers, bitch
I got a stable full of thoroughbreds that make me rich
Niggas hate me, cause they can t control they roll
They see that fat old ass and start givin me cash
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3 ]
My mind s blown off fine champagne
So bent on currency, got green in my vein
So damn smooth that every woman wanna touch me
So much sexuality that nuns wanna fuck me
I kick back with my pimpin ballin brothers
Stand over the bed, dump the cash on the covers
The game s got me, I m a slave to the roll
Hoes belong on the track and I belong in gold
Silk and satin, I deserve a pimpin pattin
Been in the life so long cause I stomp bitches who start rattin
Mostly friendly, but do got that gorilla in me
Save it for the player-hater niggas with the envy
Lot of niggas talk it, but they can t hold a hooker
Ice took her, she was too long a looker
It s strictly straight-lace hustlin on mine
I been pimpin all my life and I don t mind dyin
[ CHORUS ]Ice-T - High rollers
Tekst :
Speed of life,fast,it s like walkin barefoot over broken glass
It s like,jumpin rope on a razor blade
All lightning quick decisions are made
Lifestyle plush,females rush
This high profile personality,who earns his pay illegally
Professional liar,schoolboys admire
Young girls desire,very few live to retire
Cash flow extreme,dress code supreme,vocabulary obscene
Definition-street player,you know what I mean
The high rollers (x2)
People of the city,stop foolin yourself
Crime rules the streets,who the hell else
All the police have gone out to play
Because for enough cold cash they ll look the other way
Just look at the cars as they go by
Benz,Ferraris,trucks up high
Beepers connecting players to big-time deals
With all of this technology who needs to steal
Just live a life of leisure every night and day
And you re livin proof that crime does pay
Your life is dangerous and reckless
You eat fly guys and girls for breakfast
You re a titan of the nuclear age
Your muscles flex with a Uzi or 12 gauge
And you love the game,that s why you boast
Because you re high priced,high speed.high post
You re a high roller
High rollers
When I say high rollers,I mean the best
Forget the half-steppers,eject the rest
Because these high ranked officials of our city streets
Make millions all triggered by electric beeps
They dress in diamonds and rope chains
They got the blood of SCARFACE runnin through their veins
Silk shirts,leather suits,hair always fresh
Eelskin boots,large hearts,though their sizes vary
Bankrolls that take 2 pockets to carry
Cruisin in their 500 Benz Sedan
With their systems peaked out rockin PUSHER MAM
Yes,their fashion s high and hard to beat
They buy their GUCCI from GUCCI S not the swapmeet
Eat very weel,much clientele
And whatever you need,they probably sell
The high rollers (x2)
Oh yes,I m here to tell you females also roll
Drive the same cars,somethimes wear more gold
Cold as an igloo,or hot as a flame
They ll shake ya,break ya and you won t know their name
Gangsters to the max,all marks will be taxed
These girls drive FERRARIS not CADILLACS
Respect is demanded,most men don t understand it
Till they peep the huge bank that these girls have landed
They re junkies for fun,love life on the run
And if things get hot,they will pull a gun
Prey on the lame,no shame to the game
And they all seek POWER,fuck the fame
The high rollers (x2)
Now radio stations probably won t play
This record because of the things I say
They ll say I m glamorizing the hustlin hood
And a record like this can do no good
But I m not here to tell ya right or wrong
I don t know which side of the law you belong
Yes,the game has flash,but sometimes hurts
Behind any mistake,hard times lurks
And jail s not your only problem,though it may seem
You just may die by a barrage from an M-16
But to each his own,choose the mobile phone
The tailored suit,the luxury home
You ll never get caught, cause you got nerves of ice
And you re much smarter than those crooks on Miami Vice
Right
You wanta be a high roller