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Ice-T - Common Sense lyrics
Thanks to jigga@hot.ee for these lyrics. It starts like this Gats hit harder than fists Just cock and lick it The aftermath's wicked Brass gets evicted Another crew shot Can't put your strap back in your waist Cause your barrel's too hot You did it kid The more dead The more weight on your head Plus you ganked a suitcase Full of black tar H Baby boy, twenty keys Dead Colombian Gs Now you're ballin full speed One slip you bleed You had your nigga with you Hard rock street gorilla hitter He took a hot one in the shoulder Now he's bendin over Mad illegal Nigga flipped harder than Buggsy Segal He wet the room up with the rocket launchin Desert eagle Blood oozin through his black dickies Ya nigga say he's getting dizzy The car seat's fuckin getting sticky He leaned back, his whole chest plate's cracked You thought they hit him once He must of got double clapped Your niggas dyin but he ain't cryin Soldier no doubt He looked you dead in the eye Said "get that money" checked out Ballin bent him back in the black S T S but where he's going no stress Your niggas dead, but you're thinkin bout head Fly hoes and condos Once you flip the kilos The fact your niggas out aint shit to ya More profit for your greedy ass No one to split the grip wit ya Chorus: Common sense will keep you safer than vests Ambulance, cots, cause real niggas give head shots LA streets will make your guts leak Player no doubt Young killers live for drug wars and shoot outs You flipped your chip Motorola, called your hooker Said you had a little foul up Told the ho to wet some towels up She didn't even talk Clicked the phone off Might a new some weak niggas But this bitch aint soft Make your next call Straight to your chicano connect Said they would flip the boy for girl Up the weight, give you Peruvian flake You had to dump the body, Burned it beyond recognition Back back in commission Scooped your hooker, cleaned your seats off Squeezed off Two in her head Now the fuckin bitch is dead You're all alone just how you liked it Straight laced hustler from hell Street life you spiked it It's time to hook up with the mexicanos Layin in the Dooly parking lot of a McDonalds Hit the corner they was there You're prepared Circled the block, screwed your silencer on Rock the esse they had Kickin back to get ya Crept on the dropped truck Double crossin ducks got bucked Check the back of the cab Suckas had the fuckin math Ten more keys of uncut pure cash (Yes!) Now your weighin thirty full keys Of girl and the pony Jumped for your lack Hit the yack threw your head back The big time is what you wanted And now you got it The devil put the strap in your palm And you shot it Chorus It's going down now On forever Square life is never Buck wildin is your life stylin Mashed out Hit a motel room Crashed out Called up a ho to get your dick sucked though Bad bitch phat backs green contacts Real hair, kept her feet all night in the air Kind of square Said she only worked the streets a week Said her boyfriend kicked her out And she needed to eat She cuddled to you like a baby Keep the girl mabey The pussy was tighter than fuck drove you crazy She kissed you on your chest and legs Asked you to fuck her in the ass Then she started to beg It kind of got you open, no doubt When baby doll fell asleep, with your dick in her mouth Now you're layin there, lookin at the motel door Hand on your strap, some beautiful whore You fuckin relaxed, fell a fuckin sleep bad move Big game take little game, show and prove Baby jumped up, went for the strap Dumped off Three shots in your face Grabbed the sutcase Don't forget, grab the blow then jet Before that ho hit the door she sipped a glass of Moet Street life sabatoge Niggas wanna live large Demon ho out for cheddar Capped you with your own Berreta Chorus |
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