Представляем точный текст композиции "Ice M.F. T" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Ice T . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Ice M.F. T» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Ice T передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Ice T - "Ice M.F. T"
Lyrics to Ice M.F. T : Yeah! 1993, Im back motherfucker, this is Ice T. Got my nigga Ice Cube in the motherfuckin house. Yeah! Up here in the ammo dump studios I got my nigga Aladdin, SLJs in the motherfuckin place, behind the mixin boards, we about to do dis shit like this here! [Verse 1:] Its goin down tonight in L.A. Buckshot and uzis spray Microphone blowa The bitch checka The ho wrecka Ice motherfuckin T Nigga step to me But grab ya hoes quick Cause the Syndicates throwin that crazy dick Punk motherfuckers run up Youll get done up Well have your ass gunned up Before sun-up So whats the color Im raggin' Been a millionare for years Still saggin Left pockets stuffed with the ''' .380 in my right so it sags a little bit More than the rest of my gear When Im on tour I empty clips Bust lips And break jaws Cause I love to loc up So punk motherfucker dont choke up When youre talkin to me [Chorus:] Ice, Ice motherfuckin T [x4] [Verse 2:] Bush, Quayle and Clinton got a problem with me: The motheruckin T I give less than a fuck about any of them Or their fuckin police friends Theyd like to take me out Make me a goner They even tryin to sweat Time Warner Why' For tellin the truth to the youth That a lot of motherfuckers are hot And want police shot' You cant stop the shock (') The fires are out But the coals are still hot I got juice to bring pain You tryin to fuck with the Ice Are you insane' This shit is bigger than me Be warned Its the calm before the storm And every fuckin thing I write Is gonna be analyzed by somebody white [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Run motherfucker, hide motherfucker, trip motherfucker, die motherfucker You dont give love And you wont get loved You dont push And you wont get shoved No joke I aint here to laugh I aint here to cry But every night of the week One of my homies die Eeny meeny mynie moe Bloods pourin out the naps of your afro It could be you Could be you Could be you Could be your whole damn crew It happens real quick Screechin tires Next thing youre hit Your bodys cold Your bodys hot You feel your chest You gasp for breath Youre shot And now your homies is trippin Lookin for a gat to put they clip in Street crime- Thats the thing I bring, Ice T I rap ''' sing They call it controversy I call it truth with no mercy The beats are phat Ammo Dump tracks The kind that make speakers crack Not made for squares Or the weak punks That made the bump trunks Press- Get the fuck out my fuckin face I aint got no more time to waste A ho is a ho, a bitch is a bitch, a nigga is a nigga And thats it Im through explainin the shit You just makin me backtrack The next duck reporter might get hit with a blackjack Plus Every one of my true fans Totally understands A nigga like me [ Ice M.F. T Lyrics ]
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