Look who's pulling up outside With a trunk full of fun And a European ride Heard that you were going for away And we are all so happy son That we were
It's not black enough to see where any white is So I'll wait another hour for you and your designer jeans And I remember you as heartless as a freeway
(sample) Music... Music... Ever since I can remember, I've always loved music. You know I didn't know anything about these titles until I started
-lower than you know Drop it, hit it, dump it, split it Don't stop, get it, get it Put it in reverse just to rack it up Let me put some Luda in it Show me
too long on my own Everybody has their private world Where they can be alone Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through? Are you reaching out for me
in the mornin' I'm got a feelin' that the people are talkin' I heard a rumor that things ain't changin' But Lord knows that we gon' make it Tell me
little valley by the river where we'd ride But I was high on a mountain When daddy let me drive When daddy let me drive Oh he let me drive It's just
twisted lies Thrown back into my face I've heard the crazy dark rooms Of the human race, I must be alone How could it be? Your gift to me You're gift to me
a cool place to hide Dumped the benzo, slammed the G ride Me and a freak hit a motel crash spot The streets was hot Rubbed me down, said she adored me
Read the maps It's night They might not see us 'Cause if they catch us out there They'll bleed us Shoot us, kill us Dump us in a dark ditch Clean it up
now Motherfuckers is layin for a nigga like me, Ice-T To bust some freestyle shit but I don't do that I just cold lounge up here at the ammo dump With
, come on Time to get wreck and kick the So on and so on The I C E T, O.G.M.C. L.A.P.D., H A T E (Ho) Watch the mic blow I flip scripts, and the dump
problem with me The motheruckin' T, I give less than a fuck about Any of them or their fuckin' police friends They'd like to take me out make me a goner
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 Take me on a walk through
of thoroughbreds that make me rich Niggas hate me, 'cause they can't control they roll They see that fat old ass and start givin' me cash Players, check
a combat call Drinkin' hard liquor, smokin' mad loop and shit So high, sometimes I even gotta load they clips I ain't mad at them though, they dumps the
'Cause I command a whole battalion of life takers Plus, the other bosses wanna see yo' guts Check your nuts, dump the bodies in the desert Here's the keys to a truck Me
' me They don't care about violence, drugs and gangs K J L H, you ain't about nuttin' You just a bunch of punk bourgeoisie black suckers And this one's for me