it was ten past midnight! Midnight, time for a homicide South Central C'mon, man, you all bleedin' bad, man You got to keep up, man, we can't stop here
more carloads Niggas in hats and hoods In an attack mode And they hadn't yet begun to fight E hit the gas It was one past midnight! We boned down Vernon
Перевод: Ice-T. Полночь.
Перевод: Ice T. Полночь.
t yet begun to fight E hit the gas It was one past midnight! We boned down Vernon Right on Normandie Left on Florence Gettin' thru the E.T.G.'s Spun
'm so down, in this foreign town; Tonight there's a band, it ain't such a bad one, Play me a song, don't make it a sad one, I can't even talk to these
in the morning a thousand miles away from home Glassy and tight eyes reddish and off white oberserving the ice Swimming in my cup until it's right cause it's midnight
fabulous chours Don't want no paper gangsta Won't sign away my life to Someone whos got the flavor But don't have no follow through- Don't want no paper
The corpse of the ancient cradled in red Lies at the bottom of this ice cold lake Here it now dwells and ready for the stand Deep in the mountains where
Cold shining sky holds midnight stars, Her eyes just full of frozen tears, Down falling snow is all she sees, never stops won't cease, cease Every
't have no follow through Don't want no paper gangsta Won't sign no monkey papers I don't do funny business, not interested in fakers Don't want no paper
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
'clock midnight, posse was airtight Twenty-five cars, under the streetlights Some people talked, while others cried Ink was a brother, who shouldn't have died Then the silence broke, Ice
My life style's crazy, I'm luxury lazy So much gold that jewelry don't phase me Cordless phone, eight or nine homes Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones
t fuck with this, realness Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady Run son the hour has come, touch ya Remember this, real niggas don't rhyme
the hero'n right under her chin What if she asked about the ice that I put on her wrist? Thought my chick Earth lesson, nah son she won't snitch But times
Up on Bluebird Hill Call me a whinin' boy if you will Born where the sun don't shine And I don't deny my name Got no place to go, ain't that a shame?