O.G. Original Gangster - Ice T.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : Ice T
[00:00.01] 作曲 : Ice T
[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
[01:22.23]Rappin' bout hardcore topics
[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
[01:28.74]Drop ya on death row
[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
[02:02.37]At droppin' it straight
[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
[02:43.02]When i'm on oprah or donahue
[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
[03:19.62]Without respect frome streets
[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
[03:42.78]Numbers on your roof top
[03:44.07]For when the copters pass
[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