it was ten past midnight! Midnight, time for a homicide South Central C'mon, man, you all bleedin' bad, man You got to keep up, man, we can't stop here
more 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! We boned down Vernon
Prevod: Ice-t. Midnight.
Prevod: Ice T. Midnight.
t yet begun to fight E hit the gas It was one past midnight! We boned down Vernon Right on Normandie Left on Florence Gettin' thru the E.T.G.'s Spun
't have no follow through Don't want no paper gangsta Won't sign no monkey papers I don't do funny business, not interested in fakers Don't want no paper
with a sawed off One hundred ten degrees, ice don't get soft 'Cause I'm hard as they come, I come correct You can't handle the vandal hit eject If not
'clock midnight, posse was airtight Twenty-five cars, under the streetlights Some people talked, while others cried Ink was a brother, who shouldn't have died Then the silence broke, Ice
My life style's crazy, I'm luxury lazy So much gold that jewelry don't phase me Cordless phone, eight or nine homes Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones
t fuck with this, realness Seventh sin deadly, raise the key to rock steady Run son the hour has come, touch ya Remember this, real niggas don't rhyme
the hero'n right under her chin What if she asked about the ice that I put on her wrist? Thought my chick Earth lesson, nah son she won't snitch But times
Up on Bluebird Hill Call me a whinin' boy if you will Born where the sun don't shine And I don't deny my name Got no place to go, ain't that a shame?
they say You can't behave You gamble your soul away Measuring a jinx of this life seems Like the gristle of loneliness Don't let the sun catch you cryin' Don't
my soul on fire Oh my, Ko Ko Blue Oh my, Ko Ko Blue You're hot, the cold, I'm rollin' low Jukin' down to twelve midnight On ice cream, you know what
you think this is? hands up everybody spread'em the first muthafucker move, dirty bird gotta wet'em ain't nobody gettin' out alive, if I don't get that
she was older We'd live on ice-cream on Coney island I know it's gravity that drags down my balloon She stays in orbit way after midnight Oh, slip and
area Your booty rhymes are wack and that's the reason I ain't hearin' ya So roll out the red carpet 'cause I'm kickin' this Vanilla Ice platinum? That
