Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Alive On Arrival , by - Ice Cube. Release date: 28.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Alive On Arrival |
| Down at the best spot |
| Its me and JD and they sellin more birds than a pet shop |
| The spot’s hot and everybody nervous |
| That’s when the blue car served us Oh why did fools had to let loose |
| Heard six pops from a deuce deuce |
| Big Tom had to push us 13 niggaz runnin straight to the bushes |
| For they gats so they could draw down |
| But why a motherfucker like me had to fall down |
| Not known why I dropped out |
| Fuck it, still can’t afford to get popped out |
| So now I gotta jet |
| Only ran one block, but my shirt soakin wet |
| Tryin to see if we got him |
| Looked down at my sweatshirt red at the bottom |
| Didn’t panic but I still looked cracked out |
| Yelled to the homies then I blacked out |
| Woke up in the back of a tray |
| On my way, to MLK |
| That the county hospital jack |
| Where niggaz die over a little scratch |
| Still sittin in the trauma center |
| In my back is where the bullet entered |
| Yo nurse I’m gettin kind of warm |
| Bitch still made me fill out the fuckin form |
| Coughin up blood on my hands and knees |
| Then I heard freeze nigger don’t move |
| Yo, I didn’t do a thing |
| Didn’t wanna go out like my man Rodney King |
| Still got gaffled |
| Internal bleeding as the bullet starts to travel |
| Now I’m handcuffed |
| Being asked information on my gang affiliation |
| I don’t bang, I rock the good rhymes |
| And I’m a victim of neighborhood crime |
| I need to see a MD |
| And ya’ll mothafuckers giving me the third degree |
| Look at the waiting room |
| Its filled to the rim like the county jail day room |
| Nobody gettin help |
| Since we poor |
| The hospital move slow |
| Now I’m layed out |
| People steppin over me to get closer to the tv Just like a piece of dog shit |
| Now will I die on this nappy ass carpet |
| One hour done passed |
| Done watched two episodes of M*A*S*H |
| And when I’m almost through |
| They call my name and put me on ICU |
| Halfway dead |
| No respect and handcuffed to the bed |
| Now the trauma starts |
| Cause the bullet must be just a hair from my heart |
| So I begin the ass kissin |
| Just to get looked at by an overworked physician |
| Got the chills, but my temperatures 103 |
| Only got a band-aid and an IV |
| That’s when I start cussin |
| Police steady askin me who did the bustin |
| Why oh why can’t I get help |
| Cause I’m black, I gots to go for self |
| Too many black bodies the hospital housin |
| So at 10 P.M. |
| I was Audi 5000 |