Lyrics:
around 'lectric car
Now, catch the Central car for
Ride it down to Central Street
I say, I catch the Central car for
Ride it down to Central Street
better
'Til I walked to the Central Grocery
And had myself a muffaletta
I took my lunchbox to the streetcar
That Tennessee named, "Desire"
Then I
Ice-T, nigga
Representin
Strictly Westside, nigga
South Central in the muthafuckin hiddouse
Check the technique, nigga
Representin for my real niggas
we got they didn't wanna bring us back and called us killjoys
On the next page there was Johnny Roosevelt most handsome boy at school
Hi Johnny guess
Thank you Lord Jesus for saving me with your precious blood
In Jesus' name, Amen
I met her at this house party on El Segundo and Central
She had
name to cheater
I don't like it when you call me big poppa
From south central and I hate helicopters
If we at school I'll break in your locker
See me
Police coming 'bout to pull you
Ridin' dirty what you gonna do?
Boy you should've stayed in school
I don't think these streets for you
They don't know
about ripping the mic with my own sound
With my own sound, so I tried to write rhymes
Something' like them, my boys said,
"That ain't you Ice, that
the pool (lunch, brunch)
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school (yeah)
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good
head he ain't Hindu its a pimple ya
That boy getting no cheeks he a Incel
Fuck school I wasn't picking up no pencil
Oh that's cool I don't want no pussy
the pool (lunch, brunch)
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school (yeah)
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good
determined to blow
Gotta get that money we allergic to broke
Me and thug we do it for the west coast
East side Watts side south central
Go on put them things
understand it
I'm a no-good coward
An American, too
(A North American, that is)
And I must not think bad thoughts (not a South or a Central)
And I must
understand it
I'm a no-good coward
An American, too
(A North American, that is)
And I must not think bad thoughts (not a South or a Central)
And I must
assholes
Limousines, I did that
Two-door coupes, boy I live that
My top back, I'm circumcised
I pull it back just to go inside
She thinking 'folic, I'm
Ducking, brick walls, get thumbtacked
So run laps, for I body you
Bust out the size, like karate shoes, Doc
Turn velcro, when night falls
Central park
Change into a nine-year-old Hindu boy, get rid of your wife
And it walks your dog and it doubles on sax
Doubles on sax, you can jump back Jack
See you
Change into a nine-year-old Hindu boy, get rid of your wife
And it walks your dog and it doubles on sax
Doubles on sax, you can jump back Jack
See you
imagine a world with no racism
No, no homeless in Grand Central Station
Boys and girls going to schools with no tools
Life is so beautiful but until then
nahi likhu roz Pain
Dard karo minus fir mein tum same
School me ladaai kara laga mein tha cool boy
Sir phata khoon mere hatho me mein school boy
News Boy
He's off to college
To find out who he'll become
No longer our sweet little boy
You would cradle in your arms
She's not too far behind
Headed
And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wing's the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America
Who wants to kill him?
And in our line of work, we need all the help we can get
Tony Wing's the name, he works for a drug ring in Central America
Who wants to kill him?
Yo
Central Line
Man try a ting, Central Line
Boy try a ting, Central Line
No long ting on the Central
Fucked in the head-a-leng
If I'm
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