Ice-T - Bitches 2 paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Bitches 2 - Ice-T



I once knew this brother
Who I thought was cool with me
Chilled out together
Even went to school with me
Fly nigga, my ace boon coon
Used to low ride together
Shot dice in the bathroom
Ya want trouble?
Well trouble ya found
Cause we diss ya, then issue
The critical beat down
He needed money
I would always come through
Needed a car? He could use mine too
But bust this!
Out on the street
People say he was riffin'
Callin' me a sucker
Talkin' bout how foul I'm livin'
Someone heard him
Poppin' that shit last week
Frontin' for some pussy
From some big-butt freak
Sayin' I'm his worker
I was on his dick!
Talkin' that craazy old weak assed shit
And after all of that
She still walked away
How ya gonna diss your boy
To get some play?
And when I stepped to him about it
He said, "Who snitched?"
Yo, how did he go out?
He went out like a bitch!
So ladies
We ain't just talkin' bout you
Cause some of you niggas
Is bitches too!
"You ain't nothing but a... "Bitch!..." "Nigga..."
"Some of you niggas are bitches too"
I knew this brother named Mitch
Stone player
He meet a girl, in five minutes he'd lay her
Trucked crazy jewels
Hands smothered in ice
Been to prison not once, but twice
Kept a stupid thick posse
Made of thugs and
Crooks and hoods
And vet hustlers
Who were up to no good
But they all stood behind him
And watched his back
That's the only way
To roll on the track
But yo
Mitch got rushed by feds last week
They snatchbared the trunk
Of his white Cornice
Took a look inside
And what did they see?
Two keys, and a gallon of PCP!
Oh shit! The thought crashed
Mitch's subliminal
Three strikes, that's called
Habitual criminal
So insted of goin' under
He snitched on his whole posse
Maxed at the crib
And sipped Martini and Rossi
Sold out his whole crew
That rat named Mitch
I knew this guy
That was never that fly
Couldn't act cool
Even when he tried
When we played rough
He always cried
When he told stories, he always lied
A Black brother
Who was missin' the cool part
He had the color
But was missin' the true heart
When we would fight
He would always go down quick
So he took karate
And he still got his ass kicked
But now he's married
And he kicks his wife's ass
Says it comes from problems
That he had in the past
Doesn't like Blacks
Claims he's upper class
Joined the police, got himself a badge
Now he rolls the streets
And he's out to jack
Doggin' young brothers
Cause they usually don't fight back
Got a White partner
And he asked for that
And every night
Another head they crack
So now he's big man
But he really ain't shit!
Yo, how did he go out?
He went out like a bitch!
So ladies
We ain't just talkin' bout you
Cause a lot of these pigs
Are bitches too!
Out one night with my crew
And some new kid
I didn't know homeboy, but Evil E did
So I thought he was cool
We rode in his ride
Rag top tray on Daytons
Lifted side to side
We hit the party deep
Niggas was hawkin' me
You could feel the vibe
Of thick artillery
Parliament was on, some O.G. shit
I put my back to the wall
And felt my pistol grip
Al of a sudden
Niggas started trippin'
Flippin', the record started skippin'
Wildin', fools started locn up
Gats cracked
The room started smokin' up
Me and "E" hit the floor
And then the back door
My boys let off an automatic encore
But when we made it out to the ride
It was gone, we had to shoot it out
Side by side
Punk left us there to die in a ditch!
Yo, how did he go out?
He went out like a bitch!
So ladies
We ain't just talkin' bout you
Cause you scary-ass niggas
Is bitches too!
So if you're wonderin' why we lookin' at you funny, it's cause
(Some of you niggas are bitches 2)
You always tell a brother you're
Gonna loan him money but you don't cause
(Some of you niggas are bitches 2)
Yo, Aladdin, you know why they be frontin'? I'mma tell you why
(Some of you niggas are bitches 2)
You always act like you can fight,
But when it's a real fight you find out
(Some of you niggas are bitches 2)
"Yo, I'mma do it Ice, I'mma do it,
Ice." No you ain't, no you ain't, cause
(Some of you niggas are bitches 2)
A brother think he got backup, but he really don't cause
(Some of you niggas are bitches 2)
I wouldn't even hit you with my fist,
I'mma smack the shit out of you, cause
(Some of you niggas are bitches 2)
I know the real brothers



Writer(s): William Bootsy Collins, George Clinton, Bernard Worrell, Tracy Marrow, Alphonso Henderson


Ice-T - The Complete Sire Albums 1987 - 1991
Album The Complete Sire Albums 1987 - 1991
date de sortie
11-11-2013

1 New Jack Hustler (Nino's Theme)
2 Intro/Rhyme Pays
3 What Ya Wanna Do?
4 Freedom of Speech
5 Home of the Bodybag
6 First Impression
7 Ziplock
8 Mic Contract
9 Mind Over Matter
10 Ed
11 Bitches 2
12 Straight Up Nigga
13 The Hunted Child
14 O.G. Original Gangster
15 Evil E - What About Sex?
16 Fly By
17 Midnight
18 Fried Chicken
19 M.V.P.s
20 Lifestyles of the Rich and Infamous
21 Escape from the Killing Fields
22 Pulse of the Rhyme
23 The Tower
24 This One's For Me
25 Hit the Deck
26 Black 'N' Decker
27 6 'N the Mornin'
28 Make It Funky
29 Somebody Gotta Do It (Pimpin' Ain't Easy)
30 409
31 Sex
32 Pain
33 Intro
34 Power
35 Drama
36 The Syndicate
37 Personal
38 High Rollers
39 Grand Larceny
40 Outro
41 Shut Up, Be Happy
42 The Iceberg
43 Lethal Weapon
44 You Played Yourself
45 Peel Their Caps Back
46 The Girl Tried to Kill Me
47 Ya Shoulda Killed Me Last Year
48 I'm Your Pusher/Pusherman
49 My Word Is Bond
50 Prepared to Die
51 Street Killer
52 The House
53 I Love Ladies
54 Squeeze the Trigger
55 Radio Suckers
56 Girls L.G.B.N.A.F.
57 Heartbeat
58 Soul On Ice
59 Body Count (Greatest Hits: The Evidence)




Attention! N'hésitez pas à laisser des commentaires.