Lyrics:
with you"
Scam God, turned a slug to a couple blues
Voice in my head saying, "Tron
They can't fuck with you"
(They can't fuck with you)
Ha ha, on God
getting money watching all my haters rot
Don't make me turn up then we run up in ya spot
Use to keep the cash and dope in my socks
I don't wanna little
Party!
(Okay party people in the house)
Yo yo, in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
We about to tear
drive around with the top down
New broad with a bra the top down
Chilling in the backseat screaming out loud
She wants to be my lady
But I don't see
drive around with the top down
New broad with a bra the top down
Chilling in the backseat screaming out loud
She wants to be my lady
But I don't see
be beat, and didn't get up until the next
Morning, when we all had to go to court. We walked in, sat down, Obie came
In with the twenty-seven 8
run on
Battle anybody come bring your whole crew
You want the short black eskimo come see me in my igloo
Nasty like vomit couldn't clean it with
punch you in your face like that kid from Detroit
really yo you'd better ask MC Hammer 'bout this bad mama jama
tall kid with the hoopa hypa
the one to pass by ya with the cash kinda, crass
You still behind that ass in my Pathfinder
Tryin to front like she fond-of, niggaz and ganja
Til I pull
It's round 1 it's getting hot in here
And SOB y'all know my slogan
(get em the fuck outta here)
As far as DNA I hate your fucking style
I hate your
real fat
Thinking in they head, it's a chance, I'ma get that
But she wasn't with that
She was the type of girl to go to school
Go to class, never broke
Played the bad man when the burner was in his hand
Now he's singin' sad songs with Elvis
Three to the head, 'bout six cross the pelvis
Ya fuck with
mum mah)
My mama told me when I was young
We are all born superstars
She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on
In the glass of her boudoir
"There's
to fly)
Let her give you head and shit
When you done give her back I got some breads to get
That's yo' bitch, but my hoe, you owe me dough
I P-I-M-P,
to share it with all of you
And clear the air a little bit
Say it all from my point of view
I haven't seen you in a while
All the dust has been settled now
Ima stone cold spitter
When i step up in da light
Rose gold yeah i glitter
Just been charged for murder
On these tracks ima killer
Yeah I wanna whip all
head
Say my name when you on your back
You Feening for the d*** like crack
Know my way around your body
I'm good I don't need no map
We living in a time
all my lil niggas in the game
Lil Nick, Big Dre, my brother Phil did a drive by on the game
Lil Darius, Shawn Baby, Big W, Brian Jay, Lil Toby, Lil
matter to me they both (jam)
I'm all in her head, she's all in my bed
I'm locked and loaded, ready to go like a gun that don't (jam)
I'm all in
the
My dogs running with me everywhere that I go
Saturdays are for the boys, yeah we put on a show
We all got our own baddie, there's no need to be
homie
Rather just stay by my lonely
Skate on a bitch like im Tony
Damn used to get hair did by Monie
Came with that drip and that fye and my homies
In
cookin up hickory
Dickory dock, my glock tucked by the scrotum
It's Theodore, our chips' all in, you can't hold 'em
'cause the Pips be stinky like Pepi
a remedy
He be speaking through me with these melodies
That's why all my flows get so heavenly
They say Shawny the truth, when he hop in booth
I been feeling
faded every time
Long cold winters just like the 6
All my demons formed all at once, I felt just like Dave in the mist
23 me with Michael Jordan intent
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