Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hit The Fan, artist - Ice T. Album song Home Invasion, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hit The Fan |
Yo what’s up Shawnie Shawn? |
Man, just trippin off this girl, man |
Girls? |
You? |
The Iceberg? |
Aw man, come on, spill it, man |
She was a swinger |
Talkin 'bout high post |
She was the most |
Knew she was fine, dope, fly |
She didn’t have to try |
She brought a eye on my eye in a crowded club |
I tried to stare the girl down, but she didn’t budge |
She moved through the crowd in a straight line |
The closer she got, mad thoughts ran through my mind |
Yo, what would I say, yo, how would I chill? |
My mind drew a blank, the whole scene was ill |
She stepped in the light, she was dynamite |
Her eyes said, «I wanna be with you all night |
I wanna rub you down, I wanna kiss, caress your soul |
Make your body warm and cold |
Do everything sexually you ever heard» |
And she hadn’t said a single word. |
I said, «Damn, what the hell am I gonna do?» |
But my eyes said the same things too |
I tried to speak, she put a finger across my lips |
Followed it with a kiss |
She said, «I want you bad,» and she moved in next to me |
This woman spelled out ecstacy |
Said, «I've seen on the movies and TV |
I love your records, but I ain’t no groupie |
Just wanna love ya, cause you’re a real man |
And you deserve this lovin like only I can» |
I wanted her bad, and I am a man |
That night the shit hit the fan |
Damn, man |
Keep on with it, man |
Come on now kick it, man |
You gotta kick it right, though |
Let me know what’s up |
She had a 500 S-E-L airtight |
Cellular phone, brand-new, it was white on white |
As we walked to the car, I couldn’t help but recognize |
Her small waist and sexy thighs |
She had a beach house she owned and a restaurant |
Took me in her crib and put Sade on |
As the waves hit the rocks in the moonlight |
She came up behind me and squeezed me real tight |
My mind started to trip, flip, roll, and roam |
What about my girl who’s at sleep at home? |
But before I could lock in on that thought |
She broke out with a new men’s watch that she had bought |
She put it round my wrist, it was a perfect fit |
And said in my ear, «Want you to have it» |
Then she unzipped her dress, dropped it to the ground |
My mind was totally blown by now |
She gazed at me nude in the moonlight |
Pumps still on, her body was firm and tight |
I looked at her breasts as they glistened and rised |
Right before my eyes |
And all I could say to myself was, «Damn.» |
The night the shit hit the fan |
Man, man, man |
I understand… |
(The night the shit hit the fan) |
Come on now |
I feel it |
Come on |
(The night the shit hit the fan) |
Damn, man |
It’s all that |
Shit |
Come on, Ice |
Kick that shit |
Now I’m a player, I been all around the world |
Made love to many girls |
But tonight this was the big league |
And I was worryin about fatigue |
I wanna do this girl, so she won’t forget me |
And I knew that she’d let me |
She moved close and took my shirt off |
She said my skin was soft |
Then slipped her hand |
Between my stomach and my waist band |
Man, I couldn’t take it no more |
Fuck the bedroom, we use the kitchen floor |
We hit skins all weekend |
We didn’t even eat, we just hit em again |
I love to think about how it went down |
But she’s no longer around |
Left town with some fly guy |
She’s on some island drinkin D’Acqueray’s and Mai Thai’s |
But she gave me the keys to the beach house |
She knows what I’m about, at least now she figured out |
I ain’t nothin but a straight up man |
And I might need those keys the next time the shit hits the fan |
Yeah |
Uh! |
Yeah |
Uh. |
Yeah |
Uh |
I want her |
Damn |
All that, all that |
And after all that |
You know? |
You always know, man |
In the long run |
You meet another one like the other one |