| Cruisin’for a bruisin', I'm talkin’no crap
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| Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap
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| I’m layin’for a sprayin', tonight there’s no playin'
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| My posse’s most strapped, tonight the crew’s weighin'
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| Dust is burnin', the steering wheel’s turnin'
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| I’m out a week, I'm already earnin'
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| Suckers crossed, tonight it’s their loss
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| Payback time, boy, life's the cost
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| Gauges out the window, one lay cross the roof
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| They all die if those suckers ain’t bullet proof
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| I’m rollin’death tollin', of course the car’s stolen
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| But I’m blind to what’s wrong, all I want is what’s golden
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| A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right
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| Fuckin’blue light-read'em their rights
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| Drama (x4)
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| Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less
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| I keep a bank for that don’t know about the rest
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| Copped another piece, hit the dark streets
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| Rollin’once again, fuck the damn police
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| Called up my friend JOE, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos
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| He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week
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| 3 a.m. on the dot inside we creep
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| Got Alpines, Fishes, JVC's,
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| Motorola Phones, Sony Color TV’s
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| Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze
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| Fuckin’blue lights-read'em their rights
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| Drama (x4)
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| 4 in the morning, lights in my face
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| That’s the time, you know the place
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| Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass
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| Detects in effect cold doggin’my ass
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| What’s your date of birth… What's your real name?
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| I stuck to my alias, I know the game
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| If they don’t know who you are, then they don’t know what you’ve done
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| You’re just makin’this harder on yourself, son
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| I know this shit by heart, I'm too clever
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| Have you ever been arrested before?
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| Nope, never
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| Da reject all over his face
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| You see no confession, no case
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| Then my boy started illin', talkin'and tellin'
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| Son of a bitch-he was a snitch
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| Drama (x6)
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| Under I went, I caught a case and half
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| He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed
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| Now I’m in the penzo, chillin'like a real pro
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| I can’t move until the man says go A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing
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| I wouldn’t be here if I fed my brain
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| Got knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks
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| Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks
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| The joint is like an oven of caged heat
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| You’re just a number, another piece of tough meat
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| Killers and robbers are all you great
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| Act soft you will get beat
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| On death row they got their own hot seat
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| For those who feel that they are truly elite
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| The last thing you see’s a priest
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| The lights dim-your life ends
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| Drama |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Drama , by - Ice T. Song from the album The Complete Sire Albums 1987 - 1991, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп