grandma why I?m dangerous tell your pa he pussy tell your brother he a bitch I own ?em all mark set go in this shit I?m thuggin? this bitch on some rock
on the rocks, too hard to swallow So we get high 'till it feel like the sky low Ya'll boys just a bunch of pussy cats milo Money is the song, pockets on
Hey, hey She had her eyes on the prize as the girl next door You grow up quick when you grow up poor It's the only way to LA that she knows The Hollywood
be scared to make some noise You think you're bad, think you're strong, come on, people, bring it on Calling all you sexy mamas, all the girls next door
money the rest went to clothes Went to the strip strted pimpin' the hoes My hair had grew long on my seven year stay And when I got it done on my shoulders
Hit the corner they was there You're prepared Circled the block, screwed your silencer on Rock the esse they had Kickin back to get ya Crept on
to speak, I want the right to walk Where I wanna yell and I'm gonna Tell and rebel every time I'm on a Microphone on the stage, cold illing The knowledge
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
glocks Really doe - bust until your barrels glow (*gunshot*) (Ice-T) To all my niggas on the East and West that rock vests Get, get, get, get, get,
to trip or argue, you're through, I'll bet she gets ya Homeboy you'll catch a stretcher like so many before, she's on a Body count tour but not rock
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
to her, started sayin' my rhyme She said, "Ice you're so bad, you damn near blew my mind" I kept on rappin', runnin' my mouth The next thing I knew I
open up, that don't mean nothing I rock the rhymes.E does the cuttin' Call it show nappin' I take a hostage a night Dog shit and break out on the next
Once again,my friends,it's time to rock it till the party ends Rhymin' with timin',while EVIL E lets the record spin Kickin' it,hittin',rockin',just so
tongues up Rock the house from night Till the sun's up 'Cause it really ain't how much you say It's what you say I got no fuckin' time on the mic to
rock it, stock it, fans buy it People that never heard of Ice-T try it Then you try to diss? You got gall I got gold on my neck and gold on my wall Gold
' down the street what do I see? Crash Task Force, L.A.P.D. Gangs illin', wildin' and killin' Hustlers on a roll like they got a million Girls on the