Ice-T - Ricochet текст песни

Текст песни Ricochet - Ice-T




Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
You go on and on and you don't stop
Got sticky sneakers from the blood of a shot cop
Bailin' in the club, I'm leavin' tracks on the white rug
Punk tried to riff and he met double-aught slugs
I ain't the brother to step to
I'm catchin' bodies and the next one could be you
Quick on the trigger, yo, I'm a grave digger
Chop up a body and deep six it in the river
A night stalkin' psychopath
All cops hunt the black male in the ski mask
But I'm too clever
Will they ever catch me? Never
Because I operate in and out of state
Move at a quick rate and never hesitate
To take a chump sucker down
And my HK, it holds eighty rounds
So when you move be careful and don't play
And watch for the ricochet
Suicide, it's a suicide, well, I'ma
Yeah
Suicide, it's a suicide
Yeah
Suicide, it's a suicide, well, I'ma
Yeah
Suicide, it's a suicide
Yeah
Suicide, it's a suicide
Yeah
Suicide, it's a suicide
Yeah
Suicide, it's a suicide
Yeah
Suicide, it's a suicide
Yeah
Shut up all you suckers as I lay the ink
When I'm in Detroit, brothers fight in mink
When I'm in Chicago, all the brothers get buck wild
When I'm up in Oakland, niggas roll in a huge pile
In Atlanta, brothers crash the doors
When I'm in Philly, it's a sold-out tour
In L.A., I max out with the hard
When I'm in New York, I build with the gods
So don't try to deny me my proper juice
E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose
No static, just much respect
Drop my Rolex when I cruise the projects
A fly brother that's hard to figure
Why I punch hoes and I smack up niggas?
'Cause I'm a pimp and a player
Sometimes I bump hip-hop, the other times, Slayer
You don't like it, you better stay out my way
Duck from the gunshot and watch for the ricochet
Pimpin' crews 'cause I'm Ice
Yeah
Pimpin' crews 'cause I'm Ice
One more time
Yeah
Pimpin' crews 'cause I'm Ice
Yeah
The L.A. player
Suicide, it's a suicide, well, I'ma
Yeah
Suicide, it's a suicide
Yeah
Suicide, it's a suicide, well, I'ma
Yeah
Uh
Come on, yeah
Come on, yeah
Come on, yeah
Come on, yeah
Come on, yeah
Come on, yeah
Come on, yeah
Yo, D
What's up?
Suckers is poppin' lip, grab the HK and the dum-dum clip
Then spread out, I'm puttin' punks' heads out
Doors are shut, there's no chance to get out
Because I got 'em all tied with bike locks
Raise the autoloader and let off the buckshot
That's how I like to do work
Got guts on my T-shirt
All them suckers tried to play the Ice
'Cause I rhyme smooth and on TV act nice
Soft, that's what you shouldn't have said
Now I'm so mad I'm bustin' veins in my forehead
You wanna get off, come on, let's rock
But have your safety off and your gats cocked
'Cause when I come to get that ass
Leave your whole block filled with hot brass
So, punk, don't make me pop my trunk
Show you my amps and my Mossberg pump
'Cause when I pull it, most brothers run
Suckers stay and get hit by the ricochet
Suicide, it's a suicide, well, I'ma
Yeah
Suicide, it's a suicide
Yeah
Suicide, it's a suicide, well, I'ma
Yeah
Suicide, it's a suicide
Yeah
Suicide, it's a suicide, well, I'ma
Yeah
Suicide, it's a suicide
Yeah
Suicide, it's a suicide, well, I'ma
Yeah
Brothers wanna know about me and the El Do'
We squashed that mess with me and him about a year ago
But there's a new rule startin' tonight
Diss me on a record, see me fight
'Cause in the days we used to battle on mics
Now it's '91, I'm usin' gauges and flashlights
Ease back and don't give me no feedback
Yo, Ice, cool out, yo, kill that
I'm hot, I'm puttin' brothers in cots
Some get knocked out, some just get shot
Where'd I get all the juice I use?
Got a posse full of brothers with nothin' to lose
Some just got out, some'll never
Some beat their cases 'cause their lawyers were clever
I love 'em all and they know that's true
So they won't blink while they're doin' a punk like you
Freeze, all you suckers, get on your knees
Hands behind your back, bow your head if you would please
I swing my axe, watch your bodies fall
Watch your heads bounce off like volleyball
So all you cool brothers down with the fly guy
Look me in the face if you're strong when you walk by
And all you punk brothers poppin' lip
Step to the side, bow your head like a bitch, I don't play
You'll get hit by the ricochet
You'll get hit by the ricochet
You'll get hit by the ricochet
Yeah



Авторы: Ice-t


Ice-T - Colors
Альбом Colors
дата релиза
17-05-2018

1 Ed
2 Freedom of Speech
3 Somebody Gotta Do It (Pimpin' Ain't Easy)
4 6 'N the Mornin'
5 O.G. Original Gangster
6 I’m Your Pusher
7 Home of the Bodybag
8 High Rollers
9 The Girl Tried to Kill Me
10 Make It Funky
11 You Played Yourself
12 Power
13 Lethal Weapon
14 The Tower
15 What Ya Wanna Do?
16 Straight Up Nigga
17 Mic Contract
18 This One's For Me
19 M.V.P.s
20 Pulse of the Rhyme
21 Lifestyles of the Rich and Infamous
22 Mind Over Matter
23 Now Sports
24 Girls L.G.B.N.A.F.
25 My Word Is Bond
26 Street Killer
27 Squeeze the Trigger
28 The House
29 Radio Suckers
30 Prepared to Die
31 I Love Ladies
32 Soul On Ice
33 Heartbeat
34 409
35 Bitches 2
36 Ricochet
37 Drama
38 Our Most Requested Record (Long Version)
39 Peel Their Caps Back
40 Pain
41 Sex
42 Shut Up, Be Happy
43 Hit the Deck
44 Ziplock
45 Midnight
46 Fly By
47 Body Count
48 Escape from the Killing Fields
49 Colors
50 New Jack Hustler (Nino's Theme)




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