Ten years ago
I used to listen to rappers flow
Talkin' bout the way
They rocked the mic at the disco
I liked how that shit was goin' dow
With my own sound
So i tried to write rhymes
Somethin' like them, my boys said,
"that ain't you ice,
That shit sounds like them.
So i sat back, thought up a new track
Didn't fantasize, kicked the pure
Facts. mother****ers got scare
Cause they weas unprepaired
Who would tell it how it relly was?
Who dared?
A mother****er from the west coas
L.a. south central fool
Where the crips and the bloods play
When i wrote about parties
It didn't fit
Six in the mornin'
That was the real mother****e
Chorus
O.g. original gangster
When i wrote about parties
Someone always died
When i tried to write happy
Yo i knew i lied, i lived a life of crime
Why play ya blind?
A simple look
And anyone with two cents
Would know i'm
A hardcore player fromhe streets
Over hardcore drum beats
A little different
Than the average though
Jet you thru the fast lane
Cause anybody who's been there
Knows that life ain't sho lovely
On the blood-soaked fast track
That invincible shit don't wor
Throw ya in a joint
You'll be comin' out feet first
So i blst the mic with my style
Sometimes i'm ill
The other times buck wild
But the science is always there
I'd be a true sucker
If i acted like i didn't care
I rap for brothers just like myself
Dazed by the game
In a quest for extreme wealth
But i kick it to you hard and real
One wrong move, and you caps peeled
I ain't no super hero
I ain't no marvel comic
But when it comes to game i'm atomic
Point blank and untwisted
No imagination needed, cause i lived it
This ain't no ****ing jok
This shit is real to m
I'm ice-t
O.g.
Two weeks ago i was out at the disco
Two brothers stepped up to me
And said
"hey yo, ice
We don't think you're down
What set ya claimin'?"
E drew the glock, yo my set's aimin'!
Dumb mother****er
Try to roll on me, please!
I'm protected by a thousand emcees
And hoodlums and hustlers
And bangers with jeri curls
We won't even count the girls
Cause they got my back
And i got theirs too
Fight for the streets
They try to sweat a mother****e
But they just didn't figure
What my wit's as quick as a hair trigger
"he's not your everyday-type
Prankster."
I'm ice-t, the original gangster
So step to me
If you think that you're ready to
Got on your bullet proof?
Well mine's goin' right thru
This ain't no game to me
It's hollow fame to me
So i don't claim be
The hardest mother****er on eart
Catch me slippin, i can even get worked
But i don't slip that often
There's a coffin
Waitin' for the brother
Who comes off soft when
The real mother****er goes dow
Take a look around
All them bitches can be foun
They talk a mean fight
But fight like hoes
I'm from south central, fool
Where everything goes
Snatch you out your car so fast
You'll get whiplash
Gang bangers
Don't carry no switch blades
Every kid's got a tec 9 or a
Hand grenade
Thirty-seven killed
Last week in a crack war
Hostges tied up
And shot in a liquor store
Nobody gives a mother****e
"the children have to go to school."
Well, moms, good luck
Cause the mother****er's ****ed up ba
I use my pad and pen
And my lyrics break out mad
I try to write about fun
Andthe goodtimes
But the pen yanks away and explodes
And destroys the rhyme
Maybe it's just cause of where i'm from
L.a. that was a shot gun!
Chorus
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.03]Ten years ago
[00:20.46]I used to listen to rappers flow
[00:22.38]Talkin' bout the way
[00:23.13]They rocked the mic at the disco
[00:24.81]I liked how that shit was goin' dow
[00:27.57]With my own sound
[00:29.52]So i tried to write rhymes
[00:30.69]Somethin' like them, my boys said,
[00:32.13]"that ain't you ice,
[00:33.00]That shit sounds like them.
[00:34.23]So i sat back, thought up a new track
[00:36.36]Didn't fantasize, kicked the pure
[00:38.19]Facts. mother****ers got scare
[00:39.96]Cause they weas unprepaired
[00:41.25]Who would tell it how it relly was?
[00:42.66]Who dared?
[00:43.41]A mother****er from the west coas
[00:44.97]L.a. south central fool
[00:46.56]Where the crips and the bloods play
[00:48.15]When i wrote about parties
[00:49.50]It didn't fit
[00:50.40]Six in the mornin'
[00:51.57]That was the real mother****e
[00:54.30]Chorus
[00:57.66]O.g. original gangster
[01:11.04]When i wrote about parties
[01:12.24]Someone always died
[01:13.29]When i tried to write happy
[01:14.52]Yo i knew i lied, i lived a life of crime
[01:17.37]Why play ya blind?
[01:18.24]A simple look
[01:18.84]And anyone with two cents
[01:19.80]Would know i'm
[01:20.52]A hardcore player fromhe streets
[01:23.91]Over hardcore drum beats
[01:25.41]A little different
[01:26.22]Than the average though
[01:27.36]Jet you thru the fast lane
[01:29.97]Cause anybody who's been there
[01:31.53]Knows that life ain't sho lovely
[01:33.21]On the blood-soaked fast track
[01:34.77]That invincible shit don't wor
[01:36.66]Throw ya in a joint
[01:37.83]You'll be comin' out feet first
[01:39.39]So i blst the mic with my style
[01:41.55]Sometimes i'm ill
[01:42.78]The other times buck wild
[01:44.10]But the science is always there
[01:46.08]I'd be a true sucker
[01:47.19]If i acted like i didn't care
[01:48.69]I rap for brothers just like myself
[01:50.70]Dazed by the game
[01:51.90]In a quest for extreme wealth
[01:53.40]But i kick it to you hard and real
[01:55.47]One wrong move, and you caps peeled
[01:58.08]I ain't no super hero
[01:59.28]I ain't no marvel comic
[02:00.42]But when it comes to game i'm atomic
[02:03.33]Point blank and untwisted
[02:04.77]No imagination needed, cause i lived it
[02:07.29]This ain't no ****ing jok
[02:08.49]This shit is real to m
[02:09.78]I'm ice-t
[02:12.21]O.g.
[02:17.64]Two weeks ago i was out at the disco
[02:23.40]Two brothers stepped up to me
[02:24.87]And said
[02:25.14]"hey yo, ice
[02:26.07]We don't think you're down
[02:27.24]What set ya claimin'?"
[02:28.29]E drew the glock, yo my set's aimin'!
[02:30.54]Dumb mother****er
[02:31.44]Try to roll on me, please!
[02:33.18]I'm protected by a thousand emcees
[02:35.01]And hoodlums and hustlers
[02:36.18]And bangers with jeri curls
[02:37.95]We won't even count the girls
[02:39.63]Cause they got my back
[02:41.01]And i got theirs too
[02:42.09]Fight for the streets
[02:44.58]They try to sweat a mother****e
[02:45.81]But they just didn't figure
[02:47.07]What my wit's as quick as a hair trigger
[02:49.32]"he's not your everyday-type
[02:50.97]Prankster."
[02:51.75]I'm ice-t, the original gangster
[03:12.21]So step to me
[03:13.44]If you think that you're ready to
[03:14.70]Got on your bullet proof?
[03:15.93]Well mine's goin' right thru
[03:17.28]This ain't no game to me
[03:18.48]It's hollow fame to me
[03:20.82]So i don't claim be
[03:21.72]The hardest mother****er on eart
[03:23.40]Catch me slippin, i can even get worked
[03:26.58]But i don't slip that often
[03:27.96]There's a coffin
[03:28.74]Waitin' for the brother
[03:29.73]Who comes off soft when
[03:30.96]The real mother****er goes dow
[03:32.79]Take a look around
[03:34.23]All them bitches can be foun
[03:35.85]They talk a mean fight
[03:36.84]But fight like hoes
[03:38.01]I'm from south central, fool
[03:39.42]Where everything goes
[03:40.41]Snatch you out your car so fast
[03:41.82]You'll get whiplash
[03:45.36]Gang bangers
[03:46.02]Don't carry no switch blades
[03:47.46]Every kid's got a tec 9 or a
[03:49.05]Hand grenade
[03:49.77]Thirty-seven killed
[03:50.58]Last week in a crack war
[03:51.99]Hostges tied up
[03:53.16]And shot in a liquor store
[03:54.84]Nobody gives a mother****e
[03:56.58]"the children have to go to school."
[03:58.11]Well, moms, good luck
[03:59.25]Cause the mother****er's ****ed up ba
[04:00.78]I use my pad and pen
[04:02.28]And my lyrics break out mad
[04:03.87]I try to write about fun
[04:05.16]Andthe goodtimes
[04:05.88]But the pen yanks away and explodes
[04:07.47]And destroys the rhyme
[04:08.67]Maybe it's just cause of where i'm from
[04:24.21]L.a. that was a shot gun!
[04:39.81]Chorus
📝 纯歌词版本
Ten years ago
I used to listen to rappers flow
Talkin' bout the way
They rocked the mic at the disco
I liked how that shit was goin' dow
With my own sound
So i tried to write rhymes
Somethin' like them, my boys said,
"that ain't you ice,
That shit sounds like them.
So i sat back, thought up a new track
Didn't fantasize, kicked the pure
Facts. mother****ers got scare
Cause they weas unprepaired
Who would tell it how it relly was?
Who dared?
A mother****er from the west coas
L.a. south central fool
Where the crips and the bloods play
When i wrote about parties
It didn't fit
Six in the mornin'
That was the real mother****e
Chorus
O.g. original gangster
When i wrote about parties
Someone always died
When i tried to write happy
Yo i knew i lied, i lived a life of crime
Why play ya blind?
A simple look
And anyone with two cents
Would know i'm
A hardcore player fromhe streets
Over hardcore drum beats
A little different
Than the average though
Jet you thru the fast lane
Cause anybody who's been there
Knows that life ain't sho lovely
On the blood-soaked fast track
That invincible shit don't wor
Throw ya in a joint
You'll be comin' out feet first
So i blst the mic with my style
Sometimes i'm ill
The other times buck wild
But the science is always there
I'd be a true sucker
If i acted like i didn't care
I rap for brothers just like myself
Dazed by the game
In a quest for extreme wealth
But i kick it to you hard and real
One wrong move, and you caps peeled
I ain't no super hero
I ain't no marvel comic
But when it comes to game i'm atomic
Point blank and untwisted
No imagination needed, cause i lived it
This ain't no ****ing jok
This shit is real to m
I'm ice-t
O.g.
Two weeks ago i was out at the disco
Two brothers stepped up to me
And said
"hey yo, ice
We don't think you're down
What set ya claimin'?"
E drew the glock, yo my set's aimin'!
Dumb mother****er
Try to roll on me, please!
I'm protected by a thousand emcees
And hoodlums and hustlers
And bangers with jeri curls
We won't even count the girls
Cause they got my back
And i got theirs too
Fight for the streets
They try to sweat a mother****e
But they just didn't figure
What my wit's as quick as a hair trigger
"he's not your everyday-type
Prankster."
I'm ice-t, the original gangster
So step to me
If you think that you're ready to
Got on your bullet proof?
Well mine's goin' right thru
This ain't no game to me
It's hollow fame to me
So i don't claim be
The hardest mother****er on eart
Catch me slippin, i can even get worked
But i don't slip that often
There's a coffin
Waitin' for the brother
Who comes off soft when
The real mother****er goes dow
Take a look around
All them bitches can be foun
They talk a mean fight
But fight like hoes
I'm from south central, fool
Where everything goes
Snatch you out your car so fast
You'll get whiplash
Gang bangers
Don't carry no switch blades
Every kid's got a tec 9 or a
Hand grenade
Thirty-seven killed
Last week in a crack war
Hostges tied up
And shot in a liquor store
Nobody gives a mother****e
"the children have to go to school."
Well, moms, good luck
Cause the mother****er's ****ed up ba
I use my pad and pen
And my lyrics break out mad
I try to write about fun
Andthe goodtimes
But the pen yanks away and explodes
And destroys the rhyme
Maybe it's just cause of where i'm from
L.a. that was a shot gun!
Chorus
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.03]Ten years ago
[00:20.46]I used to listen to rappers flow
[00:22.38]Talkin' bout the way
[00:23.13]They rocked the mic at the disco
[00:24.81]I liked how that shit was goin' dow
[00:27.57]With my own sound
[00:29.52]So i tried to write rhymes
[00:30.69]Somethin' like them, my boys said,
[00:32.13]"that ain't you ice,
[00:33.00]That shit sounds like them.
[00:34.23]So i sat back, thought up a new track
[00:36.36]Didn't fantasize, kicked the pure
[00:38.19]Facts. mother****ers got scare
[00:39.96]Cause they weas unprepaired
[00:41.25]Who would tell it how it relly was?
[00:42.66]Who dared?
[00:43.41]A mother****er from the west coas
[00:44.97]L.a. south central fool
[00:46.56]Where the crips and the bloods play
[00:48.15]When i wrote about parties
[00:49.50]It didn't fit
[00:50.40]Six in the mornin'
[00:51.57]That was the real mother****e
[00:54.30]Chorus
[00:57.66]O.g. original gangster
[01:11.04]When i wrote about parties
[01:12.24]Someone always died
[01:13.29]When i tried to write happy
[01:14.52]Yo i knew i lied, i lived a life of crime
[01:17.37]Why play ya blind?
[01:18.24]A simple look
[01:18.84]And anyone with two cents
[01:19.80]Would know i'm
[01:20.52]A hardcore player fromhe streets
[01:23.91]Over hardcore drum beats
[01:25.41]A little different
[01:26.22]Than the average though
[01:27.36]Jet you thru the fast lane
[01:29.97]Cause anybody who's been there
[01:31.53]Knows that life ain't sho lovely
[01:33.21]On the blood-soaked fast track
[01:34.77]That invincible shit don't wor
[01:36.66]Throw ya in a joint
[01:37.83]You'll be comin' out feet first
[01:39.39]So i blst the mic with my style
[01:41.55]Sometimes i'm ill
[01:42.78]The other times buck wild
[01:44.10]But the science is always there
[01:46.08]I'd be a true sucker
[01:47.19]If i acted like i didn't care
[01:48.69]I rap for brothers just like myself
[01:50.70]Dazed by the game
[01:51.90]In a quest for extreme wealth
[01:53.40]But i kick it to you hard and real
[01:55.47]One wrong move, and you caps peeled
[01:58.08]I ain't no super hero
[01:59.28]I ain't no marvel comic
[02:00.42]But when it comes to game i'm atomic
[02:03.33]Point blank and untwisted
[02:04.77]No imagination needed, cause i lived it
[02:07.29]This ain't no ****ing jok
[02:08.49]This shit is real to m
[02:09.78]I'm ice-t
[02:12.21]O.g.
[02:17.64]Two weeks ago i was out at the disco
[02:23.40]Two brothers stepped up to me
[02:24.87]And said
[02:25.14]"hey yo, ice
[02:26.07]We don't think you're down
[02:27.24]What set ya claimin'?"
[02:28.29]E drew the glock, yo my set's aimin'!
[02:30.54]Dumb mother****er
[02:31.44]Try to roll on me, please!
[02:33.18]I'm protected by a thousand emcees
[02:35.01]And hoodlums and hustlers
[02:36.18]And bangers with jeri curls
[02:37.95]We won't even count the girls
[02:39.63]Cause they got my back
[02:41.01]And i got theirs too
[02:42.09]Fight for the streets
[02:44.58]They try to sweat a mother****e
[02:45.81]But they just didn't figure
[02:47.07]What my wit's as quick as a hair trigger
[02:49.32]"he's not your everyday-type
[02:50.97]Prankster."
[02:51.75]I'm ice-t, the original gangster
[03:12.21]So step to me
[03:13.44]If you think that you're ready to
[03:14.70]Got on your bullet proof?
[03:15.93]Well mine's goin' right thru
[03:17.28]This ain't no game to me
[03:18.48]It's hollow fame to me
[03:20.82]So i don't claim be
[03:21.72]The hardest mother****er on eart
[03:23.40]Catch me slippin, i can even get worked
[03:26.58]But i don't slip that often
[03:27.96]There's a coffin
[03:28.74]Waitin' for the brother
[03:29.73]Who comes off soft when
[03:30.96]The real mother****er goes dow
[03:32.79]Take a look around
[03:34.23]All them bitches can be foun
[03:35.85]They talk a mean fight
[03:36.84]But fight like hoes
[03:38.01]I'm from south central, fool
[03:39.42]Where everything goes
[03:40.41]Snatch you out your car so fast
[03:41.82]You'll get whiplash
[03:45.36]Gang bangers
[03:46.02]Don't carry no switch blades
[03:47.46]Every kid's got a tec 9 or a
[03:49.05]Hand grenade
[03:49.77]Thirty-seven killed
[03:50.58]Last week in a crack war
[03:51.99]Hostges tied up
[03:53.16]And shot in a liquor store
[03:54.84]Nobody gives a mother****e
[03:56.58]"the children have to go to school."
[03:58.11]Well, moms, good luck
[03:59.25]Cause the mother****er's ****ed up ba
[04:00.78]I use my pad and pen
[04:02.28]And my lyrics break out mad
[04:03.87]I try to write about fun
[04:05.16]Andthe goodtimes
[04:05.88]But the pen yanks away and explodes
[04:07.47]And destroys the rhyme
[04:08.67]Maybe it's just cause of where i'm from
[04:24.21]L.a. that was a shot gun!
[04:39.81]Chorus
Here we go
I'm movin' off death row
Ya can't be slow
Cuse their towers are high
They got the hype gaats
Check the perimeters good
Read the maps
It's n...
I'm rollin' up in a big gray bus
And i'm shackled down
Myself that's who i trust
The minute i arrived
Some sucker got hit
Shanked ten times
Ice T-The ...
Watch me flip and rip on the freedom tip
I stand tall, while my brothers still choose to crawl
Black power, it's in effect you all, but you don't unde...
Concealed in the night from the light of the moon
Undetected between the heavens, the stars, and the seas
They seize the night when it's dark, like in...
Nobody ever said life was gon' be easy
But damn..
Just a kid, moms died when i was seven
It's hell when you're an orphan at a early age
This impressi...
Yo! I met this girl the other night
Hype super-sexy body and face, her mini-skirt tight
Talkin bout legs and lips, mindblowin hips
Had to cross my leg...
Syndicate fool
L.A. Home of the Bodybag
Ice-T
A young playa bred in South Central
Colors, syndicate fool
A young playa bred in South Central
Ice-T
L.A...