We welcome you to the second chapter thanks for turning the other page We acknowledge you as the only reason for the progress that we've made You're a
Nobody stands in between me and my man, it's me And Mr Jones (Me and Mr Jones) What kind of fuckery is this? You made me miss the Slick Rick gig (
Издали видна, но она без подруги Или тебе даст или тупо раскрутит Вот и выбирай вариант без прелюдий Двух назад и газ в пол Это то что мы любим И потанцевать
0-8, бух! А теперь руки поднимаем вверх! (Не тормози!) Да, 8-0-8, бух! А теперь руки поднимаем вверх! (Не тормози!) Еба, 8-0-8, бух! А теперь руки
Hey Mr. Curiosity Is it true what they've been saying about you Well are you killing me You took care of the cat already And for those who think it's
Hey Mr. Jack, Is that the mouthwash in your eyes, Hey Mr. Jack, Is that the cause of your surprise, Hey where you at, On the side of the freeway in the
I once knew this brother Who I thought was cool with me Chilled out together Even went to school with me Fly nigga, my ace boon coon We used to low ride
Escape the killing fields Escape the killing fields Escape the killing fields Escape the killing fields Here we go I'm movin' off death row You gotta
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
{Upon initial contact with Ice-T's music I had envisioned him to be an ill mannered and psychologically Unstable man with an extremely uneducated and
Everybody step back from the mic As I set it off All playin' the wall It's time to sweat it off Anybody with staatic oh please try I'll do ya like Godfather
Yo nigga your moma got two feet growin' out of titties Bitch fell down and kept runnin' Off to the studio late night It's time to cut another track It
{Yo yo Ice whats poppin' G I'm just coolin' out Shinning Mac, I was listening to your demo tapes Yo man you sound kinda hyped man, yo' gonna blow up this
Midnight chillin' at A.M-P.M Coolin', drinkin' apple juice in Evil's BM The sound's up loud to attract attention Armored tires on a lowered suspension
It's been a long time since I hit you with freestyle High tech selections from the vaults of the ice files Kick back relax and watch as I melt wax Don
Original gangster Ten years ago I used to listen to rappers flow Talkin' bout the way they rocked the mic at the disco I liked how that shit was goin
Brainstorm microphone napalm This is it, words from a time bomb Attack speed, fast as an F-fifteen Raise the heat, light the gasoline Overload, it might
Just checkin' my microphone once as I test your audio Increase the bass response hopin' the speakers blow I got no time to sit and flip and pop bullshit