Ice-T - Funky gripsta
Tekst :
(Intro: Ice-T)
Yeah, Ice-T nigga, Seventh Deadly Sin
It s all about that hardcore mind
Got my nigga Radzay, my nigga Bazaro, my girl Gripsta in the house
We gonna do it for all the hardcore niggas out there like this...
(Radzay)
A hard hit makes a soft ass, that s what they told me huh!
I m totally gone, I m in another zone nigga put me on this
We layin stick, my lyrics is heat
Havin visions of ritual mirrors inside my sleep - nigga peep
I remember watchin the news, dead people in jimmy bag
I got a Nine nigga get me mad
And watch me throw up razorblades and get to trippin
I m cats and crippin , lickin is civil like Jack the Ripper
I m on a mission drippin -a-fog
An when it sees a million motherfuckers deceased
some of police are brutal hog, I m actor-baitin
No hesitation to slice a motherfucker in thirty places
Fuck a case - ain t leavin traces here to Redder-Dip
I m aimin a - automatic find a bitch I m hangin up
Protainin up, boss strangler, better save my mother
Flat packs will end as brothers - the bloody covers
Bloody gloves like Yo-J, AK s my brainwaves
I ll strung a nigga all day to my dear play you won t be comin back
I put that on my dear pops when I blast a fierce drop
My bloody mask revealin Jason it s non-stop
The cemetary is what you facin
My steel shot is smokin like chainsaws, brains call
recommend that you get your homies and watch your motherfuckin game fall
(Chorus)
I only like my shit hardcore
(Radzay, South Central L.A. nigga)
I only like my shit hardcore
I only like my shit hardcore
I only like my shit hardcore
(Ice-T)
Prepare for the night that you never wanted
These streets is taunted, blacked out impala with the big rims on it
Hit cha corner with the lights out, bitch it s on
Duck down wit cha kids, you know what you did
Motherfuck what your niggas say, watch for the ricochet
it s gonna be hard to hear much, once my trigger spray
That s neither here nor there, just beware
Cause when I bust off my gat flings like a roll flair
You now listenin to - the most hated and most loved at the same time cuz
Ice nigga what the fuck you wanna do about a T
Most cha bitch niggas can t fuck with me
Cause your chin-chalked talk I can see through
Like you re rollin in a phat V-12
Bulllshit - pull quick and have your shit cocked or dropped
Keep a spare clip cause sometimes the shots don t stop
It s motherfuckin game to rap about, shits for real
Double action, ain t gotta cock back no more
Got you bitch-ass niggas sweatin like Taibo
Rather lookin , in my face, I m just checkin my flow
So, I advise you to keep it in the studio
Your attittude, you don t wanna meet me dude
My crews like a fuckin wild bunch of escaped beasts
Like scientists, cross cells of apes and G s
All the war - get you battle gear, black fatigues
You talk shit, your crews catch a casualty, uh!
(Chorus)
I only like my shit hardcore
(Ice-T nigga, what?)
I only like my shit hardcore
I only like my shit hardcore
I only like my shit hardcore
(Bazaro)
Aiyyo my style be official, I bust like a pistol
Criminal - the issue, mad shit the nigga been through
Peep now, system, handcuffs nigga listen
Word up, robbin white boys to buy blunts
The representative - GorTek Assassin thought to be a stallion
Yo I be splashin Street Wars
The hardcore Ambassador in a black four door Akaror, I attach yours
The Marquise piece, gold teeth and medallion
Heads I be sappin like the grams I be baggin
Fightin women, cut throat and tree smokin
Violatin , infiltratin , blunt bakin
Block regulatin , the cake, bake, a brick flippin
Green expedition thicker to body stickin
Bazaro, yo I got the hardcore flow
I drop to put a rock from the Bronx y all know
(Chorus)
I only like my shit hardcore
(Bazaro, Boogie down Bronx baby)
I only like my shit hardcore
(Grip)
On the mic, Grip be flexin
Who s next to wreck when I mic check, mic check
I m checkin any verbal an steppin
What the fuck nigga duck you ain t fuckin with this
Get touched cause I lust to bust when I clutch
with the quickness, killin lyricist when I spit this
Who s next on my hitlist when I rip this
Lyrically I m material, the Rap War General
droppin hoes quicker than a syllable, yeah you killable
Your style, unfillable, wishin my shit was stillable
I eel for the fuck of it, queen you know I m lovin it
Dick, never suckin it unless I see a buck in it
You need the whip, cluck it kid, I m furious
Leavin your crew delirious so you don t take it serious
I m guessin you was serious about the West, none test
I got the rep for my niggas on the shaw
Got the ball, fuck the law and yep I wet em out
As I proceed to spread em out and dead em out
Spray em out, lay em out
Ain t no surprise, come see me with four eyes
Young Grip I m a prize, prepare for you demise
Recognize I put a hole in the local aforenor
Nigga this is Coroner
(Ice-T)
Gripsta, Oakland, California
I only like my shit hardcore... Inne utwory
Rap games hijacked Cramp your style Pain Hardcore Message to the soldier Fly by The tower Personal The hunted child Body count Breakin Where the shit goes down Depths of hell Pulse of the rhyme Dear homie Ice M.F.T Colors Losowe utwory
Mysteries of ages told, stories now will unfold
Tales of mystic days of old are hidden in these walls
Hear the witches play their tunes, sing their songs to the moon
As they play the night will move, in the hall of the mountain king
Wild...
And I wanna believe you,
When you tell me that it ll be ok,
Ya I try to believe you,
But I don t
When you say that it s gonna be,
It always turns out to be a different way,
I try to believe you,
Not today, today,...
Now there s a place I know, and I sometimes love
where they re born in the shadow of a rifle club
Hearts of gold, but they re in some doubt
when it s time to get the handgun out
Time to get, get the...
I was born in a dump
Mama died and daddy got drunk
Left me here to die or grow
In a middle of Tobacco Road
Grew up in a rusty shack
All I had was hangin on my back
Only you know how I loathe
This place called Tobacco Road
But it s home the only life
I...
Hip hop, modern time, flossy and raw so self-absorbed, immature
I can t remember being this bored
Fake bonanza, there come real wars
Bullets burn through the candy on the driver side door
Long investigations and no firm lead, billion dollar flow
And black life is still cheap
Your rent skyrockets and y all prospects plummet
Ten...