Ice-T - Midnight текст песни

Текст песни Midnight - Ice-T




Wassup Iceberg?
Yo baby, what's happenin' Randymack, how you doin' man?
Oh man, I'm just loungin' man, I'm trippin'
Off you bustin' this dope album and shit man
You like how this goin' down man?
I like the way this shit is goin' down but check this out G
You got to kick some of that ol' rough six in the mornin type shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah back to the O.G. you know what I'm sayin'?
But let me tell you what you gon' need homey
You gon' need a crazy stupid fly slammin' beat
Oh yo I got that holmes
Well check this out, what about some of them
Ol' criminal gangsta old school stories?
Man you know I got millions of them homeboy
Yeah, okay
But I don't wanna call it six in the mornin' man
What you gon' call it homey?
Midnight chillin' in A.M.P.M
Coolin drinkin' apple juice, in Evil's B.M
The sounds up loud to attract attention
Armor All tires on a lowered suspension
The Nardi to steer with, Alpine deck was glowin'
Bumpin Big Daddy, the nigga was definitely flowin'
I was ridin' shotgun, Donald and Hen in back
Looked through the tint, recognized a jack
Two brothers strolled up, talkin 'bout get out
Donald he blazed shot one fool through his fuckin' mouth
Why would they step, when they know we're strapped
I never cruise L.A. without a gat in my lap
The other fool shot, caught the E in the shoulder blade
I busted through the car door, that's where the nigga laid
Hen jumped out, dropped two nines in his forehead
Evil was bleedin' bad, the car seats was turnin' red
Looked to my left, there were two more carloads
Niggas in hats and hoods, and in attack mode
And they hadn't yet begun to fight
E hit the gas, it was one past midnight
Listen to my nine millimeter go bang
Take you on a walk through hell
South Central
Yo E drive, drive man, drive man
Fuck it, just get the fuck outta here man
Listen to my nine millimeter go bang
We boned down Vernon made a right on Normandie
Left on Florence, jettin through the E.T.T.'s
Spun out on Vermont, made a left on Colden
Right on Hoover, "E where we goin'?"
He didn't even answer that
Checked the rearview, they was still out back
Where were these brothers from? What make these brothers come?
Bang! Our back window was removed by a shotgun
Now Hen-G was shot, Don caught a ricochet
These motherfuckers was ill, they didn't come to play
Bust a right turn, parked and then we got left
Hid in the bushes, shot the gas, faked a fake death
But would this really keep them psyched?
Three of us bleedin', it was ten past midnight
Listen to my nine millimeter go bang
Take you on a walk through hell
South Central
Come on man, y'all bleedin bad man
You got to keep up man, we can't stop here
Listen to my nine millimeter go bang
I really didn't like how this shit was goin' down
Wrong night, wrong time, wrong fuckin' part of town
You see we was deep in the Hoover's hood
Three niggas bleedin', that shit don't look good
See over there red don't go
Some places red's all they know
But not our luck, tonight we was real fucked
Broke down a alley, and we instantly had to duck
Fuckin police on a gang sweep
No time to deal with one time, so we had to creep
Broke through a back yard, ran through a vacant lot
E, Hen, and Don kept up, to be some niggas shot
Shit was gettin' crazy so I had to get busy
Hen was bleedin' worse, and Evil was gettin' dizzy
Looked in a parkin' lot, I needed a snatch bar
Had to hotwire so I moved on an old car
It was a bucket, but fuck it it had to do
Started it up, and scooped my whole crew
Two blocks later we saw a fuckin' blue light
The pigs were behind us, it was half past midnight
Listen to my nine millimeter go bang
Take you on a walk through hell
South Central
Y'all just lay down on the floor of this car man
Fuck the police man, I'ma handle this
Listen to my nine millimeter go bang
When they pulled us over shit got worse
I waited until they got out, and then I hit reverse
Fucked them up I seen one cop fall
Threw it in gear, yo I'm outta here y'all
Don't know how, but somehow we got away
Lost the jackers, the cops dumped the G.T.A
Made it back to the hood, fixed the crew up
And even though Evil's car blew up
We made it home and then I crashed out
Thinkin 'bout my all-night death bout
Then somethin' woke me up from my dark sleep
The sound of fuckin' police, when they're tryin' to creep
Broke through my door with no god damn warnin'
Looked at my watch it was six in the mornin'




Ice-T - The Complete Sire Albums 1987 - 1991
Альбом The Complete Sire Albums 1987 - 1991
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11-11-2013

1 Mind Over Matter
2 Ed
3 Bitches 2
4 Straight Up Nigga
5 The Hunted Child
6 O.G. Original Gangster
7 Evil E - What About Sex?
8 Fly By
9 Midnight
10 Fried Chicken
11 M.V.P.s
12 Lifestyles of the Rich and Infamous
13 Escape from the Killing Fields
14 Pulse of the Rhyme
15 The Tower
16 This One's For Me
17 Hit the Deck
18 Black 'N' Decker
19 6 'N the Mornin'
20 Make It Funky
21 Somebody Gotta Do It (Pimpin' Ain't Easy)
22 409
23 Sex
24 Pain
25 Intro
26 Power
27 Drama
28 The Syndicate
29 Personal
30 High Rollers
31 Grand Larceny
32 Outro
33 Mic Contract
34 Ziplock
35 First Impression
36 Home of the Bodybag
37 Freedom of Speech
38 What Ya Wanna Do?
39 Intro/Rhyme Pays
40 New Jack Hustler (Nino's Theme)
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)




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