Oversættelse: Ice-T. Og Original Gangster.
Oversættelse: Ice-T. OG Original Gangster.
What? I gotta die? Before you realize I was a nigga with open eyes The world's insane While you drink champagne And I'm livin' in black rain Don't you
Let me tell ya a little story Bout my homeboy Ed Use to drink every day Straight 40's to the head You try to snap on him He'd ask what you said You still
struggle. But to make things more plain and Simple to the lymn, I find Ice-T to be The dopest, flyist, O.G. pimp hustler Gangster plyer hardcore Motherfucker
Off to the studio late night Time to cut another track It's gotta be hype Got my rhyme book in hand A blue loose leaf Anybody move on that They get loose
Here we go I'm movin' off death row Ya gotta keep up hops Ya can't be slow Cuse their towers are high They got the hype gaats Check the perimeters good
got an S on your chest You better wear two vests Watch your back, your front I always hit, don't bunt Crazy posse When I'm on a duck hunt Emcee Ice-T
gonna get hurt I'm crazy mad But my fans want autographs I turn my angry frowns Into fake laughs I can't be rude Cause they wouldn't understand I in't
s been a long while Since I hit ya with freestyle High tech selections From the vaults of the Ice files Kick back relax And watch as I melt wax Don't
Left on Florence Gettin' thru the E.T.G.'s Spun out on Vermont Made a left on Colden Right on Hoover E where we goin'? He didn'T even answer that Checked
With a sawed off One hundred ten degrees Ice don't get soft Cause I'm hard as they come I come correct You can't handle the vandal hit eject If not you
brother drops. Maybe that's the plan, and I don't understand, God damn----you got me sinkin in quicksand. But since I don't know, and I ain't never learned
real to me I'm Ice-T O.G. Two weeks ago I was out at the disco Two brothers stepped up to me And said "Hey yo, Ice We don't think you're down What
don't fight back Got a White partner And he asked for that and every night Another head they crack So now he's big man But he really ain't shit! [CHORUS
Open your mind See the point of the ice pick I stand tall While my brothers Still choose to crawl Black power, it7s in effect yall But you don't understand
night Write my rhymes With blood upon a butcher knife You say the Ice is ill, and ill I am They try to ban my shit And I don't give a damn Roll up, your
(feat. Bodycount) [Intro: Ice-T Talking] this next track is dedicated to some personal friends of mine, the L.A.P.D For every cop that's ever take an