Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pray, artist - Ice T. Album song Gangsta Rap, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.01.2020
Record label: Final Level, Pay Up
Song language: English
Pray |
| Yah you know |
| Niggas don’t really want drama |
| I’m just trying to live |
| Go out, hang out, have a little fun |
| Shit always gets wild, always |
| Its Saturday night |
| I’m rolling with my bitch and my niggas |
| Well known ghetto-grown Glock rocking street figures |
| Their cars trailing |
| I’m rolling in the front with my bitch for life |
| You can call her my wife |
| The four in the back in the blacked out 'lac |
| They high off the yak and they dusted too |
| Streets call 'em killers but I call them my crew |
| Some niggas wear red, my niggas wear blue |
| Step through the door, niggas can’t help but feel us |
| Faggots tuck their jewels, bitches trying to see us |
| Led us to the back, put us up in a booth |
| Got vodka and cran, Jagermeifer to shoot |
| Coco started dancing, everything was fine |
| 'Til some nigga said that table was supposed to be mine |
| I was feeling good, ain’t paying him no mind |
| 'Til the nigga got wild, threw a bottle of wine |
| 3, 2, mother |
| 3, 2, father |
| 3, 2, sister |
| 3, 2, brother |
| No time to pray |
| The shit just missed me and my niggas kicked in |
| Blade swing the razor and he opened his skin |
| These niggas wasn’t having it, gangstas too |
| Mother fuckers started shooting, lighting up the room |
| (?) wore a vest and it went right through |
| They bodied Big Wrench, what the fuck Imma do? |
| Flip the table up, me and Coco hit the back door |
| These niggas wasn’t done, these niggas want more |
| Fell off in the cut like a video game |
| Pulled my strap took my aim, make the door my frame |
| Everybody that stepped out, that body got flamed |
| I knew I was bleeding, I could feel the pain |
| Broke out, had to get behind the wheel |
| Running through the parking lot, Coc broke her heel |
| I started getting dizzy as I clenched my gat |
| I made it to my whip, I was shot in the back |
| 3, 2, mother |
| 3, 2, father |
| 3, 2, sister |
| 3, 2, brother |
| No time to pray |
| Jumped in the car, laid across the backseat |
| Coc grabbed the wheel, I was really starting to leak |
| Halfway out the lock got blocked, its back on |
| Some niggas in a blue Seville with a grill |
| Hopped in the stash by going for dolo |
| Its extra big but it packs a fully auto |
| Blast through my own glass, should have heard the sound |
| It was on bitch, no time to roll shit down |
| Hit the corner, see my niggas Smitty and Mick |
| The was rolling toward the club when they heard 'bout the shit |
| Didn’t have to tell 'em they just a block up the street |
| Cops on the way, still ain’t throwing my heat |
| Don’t even know why the fuck I’m out here dealing with beef |
| Just went out for some drinks in the club with my peeps |
| My two boys are dead, I seen 'em fall at my feet |
| And I’m shot the fuck up bleeding all on my seat |