Tekster:
T Ice Check Your Game

Different, specifically I don't copy Tear up the track if the flow sounds sloppy I don't play one game I bust about a dozen cuts on my LPs, none the same I ain't new to this, I ain't

and your ass'll get tossed Bang, bang, bang, 'cause it ain't no thang To put in work and watch your head burst A lot of fans ain't shit, let me repeat

' loose) Niggas can't hear you, muthafucker Yeah, I'm the pimp behind the wheels (But the record says the yellow niggas gettin' loose) Niggas don't understand the level of this game Ice

release They got power that you can't comprehend, my friend They want you dead, yo, you're dead before the daylight ends Your eyes shiver and you grit your teeth You sold your

Donald D the notorious, yeah [ Bronx Style Bob ] This is Bronx Style Bob... [ Ice-T ] Nat The Cat, boy [ Randy Mac ] Randy Mac One in a million on your back, boy [ Ice-T

m a muthafucker, You niggas betta not slip, Ice Road Truckers, Light pole barrel, chopper stupid long, New Orleans nigga, I get super Dome, Loyal to the game, the game

, holler back, money ain't a thang Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang Put it down

's this good You said she wouldn't I knew the bitch would 'Cause I'm a veteran, twist them in the game so fast With this pimping, bitch, you ain't go

and even the lingwood is all hood For the christ your all driving is all hood The ghetto Chorus: Ghetto Ghetto I can't get out of here Ice cube: I got