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Ice-T - 6 'N the Mornin' lyrics
6'n the morning' police at my door Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free And the streets to a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster of the city streets Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats But just livin' in the city is a serious task Didn't know what the cops wanted Didn't have the time to ask Word Seen my homeboys coolin' way out told 'em bout my mornin' Cold bugged' em out shot allmenn little dice until my knees got sore Kicked around some stories bout the night before Possed to the corner where the fly girls chill Through action at some freaks until one bitch got ill She started actin' stupid simply would not quit Called us all punk pussies said we all weren't shit As we walked over to here hoe continued to speak So we beat the bitch down in the god damn street But just livin' in the city a serious task Bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask Word Continued clockin' freaks with emcee posterior Rollin' in allmenn blazer with a louie interior Solid gold the ride was raw Bust allmenn left turn was on Crenshaw Sean-e-sean was the driver Known to give freaks hell Had a beeper goin' off like a high school bell Looked in the mirror what did we see ? Fuckin' blue lights L.A. P.D. Pigs searched our car, their day was made Found allmenn uzi, 44 and a handgranade Threw us in the county high power block No freaks to see no beats to rock Didn't want trouble but the shit must fly Squabbled this sucker shanked' em in the eye But livin' in the county is a serious task Niga didn't know what happend Didn't have time to ask Back on the streets after five and a deuce Seven years later but still had the juice My homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe The batter rams rollin' rocks are the thing Life has no meaning and money is king Then he looked at me slowely and Hen had to grin He said Man you out early we thought you got ten Opened his safe kicked me down with cold cash Knew I would get busy- He didn't waste time to ask Word I bought a Benz with the money the rest went to clothes Went to the strip strted pimpin' the hoes My hair had grew long on my seven year stay And when I got it done on my shoulders it lay Hard from the joint but fly to my heart I didn't want no trouble but the shit had to start Out with my crew some ounks got loud Shot gun blasts echoed throug the crowd Six punks hit two punks died All casualities appiled to their side Human lives has to pass just for talking much trash We didn't know who they were - No one had the time to ask Word [Part Two] Swat team leader yelled hit the floor Reached in my pocket pulled my 44 Dove across the room peeped out the window Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto Out the back door like some damn track stars Broke down an alley jumped into a car Suckers didn't even see us They musta been Blind Black wire touched red the car was mine We hadn't done nothin' but some suckers got shot Hit the first turn god damn road block Broke through the block and we did it fast Cops wouldn't shot us on sight They wouldn't took time to ask Word The rollers gave chase at a serious speed One more conviction was all I need This shit was for real This was no La-Di-Da-Di Cause the boys had to pin the shit on somebody And me and my crew we were known to get ill We carried heat for protection but not to kill We bust a corner doin 60 one police car spun And all I was thinkin was murder one Bust a move into an alley and did it right And me and my vrew we're gone into the night Broke to my old lady's who drew me a bath She didn't even know what happend Didn't care Didn't ask Word Qwe made love like crazy on top of the sheets This girlie was my worlie a natural freak She ran her tonuge over each and every part of me Then she rocked my amadeus as I watched TV A technican with a mission that's what she was If there had been a crowd she would of got an applause This girl did everything on earth to me that could be done The she backed off and teased me so I couldn't come Then she cold got stupid pushed me on the floor Had me beggin' to stop as I was acreamin' for more After she waxed by body she let me crash She knew her lovin' was def She didn't waste time to ask Word Up the next mornin' feelin good as hell Sleepin' with a girlie sure beats a cell Hit the boulevard in my A.M.G. Hoe's catchin' whiplash tryin' to glimpse the T Ring on my mobile yes celluar Got to have a phone when I'm in my car Was my homeboy Red Some say he's insane Broke his bitch jaw for smkin' came Told me to meet him at the airporrt Said he's jumpin' bail said he just left court Caught the first thing smokin' in a serious dash Didn't know where we were going. Didn't care Didn't ask Word Fell a sleep on the plane and so did he Woke up chillin' in N.Y.C. Called up my posse when I got there Hit the Latin qarter Union Square Rooftop Devil's nest the rest we passed Back doored the Palladium just for class About 4 am we crashed the deuce We never catch static 'cause my boys got juice Deuced it to the Bronx to rest our heads Where a shoot out jumped off mine people lay dead It sounded like it happend with a mac 10 blast But it was 6'in the mornin' We didn't wake up to ask..... Word |
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