Drama (Explicit)

Artist：ice t

Songs Title：drama

Cruisin for a bruisin I'm talkin no crap

Pipe bomb in my trunk got a nine in my lap

I'm layin for a sprayin tonight theres no playin

My posses most strapped tonight the crews weighin

Dust is burnin the steering wheels turnin

I'm out a week I'm already earnin

Suckers crossed tonight its their loss

Payback time boy lifes the cost

Gauges out the window one lay cross the roof

They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof

I'm rollin death tollin of course the cars stolen

But I'm blind to whats wrong all I want is whats golden

A fool in a fight too dumb to know right

F**kin blue light-readem their rights

Drama （x4）

Copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less

I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest

Copped another piece hit the dark streets

Rollin once again f**k the damn police

Called up my friend joe a roof job pro 459 on his mind car stereos

He said the spot was sleep he cased the joint a week

3 a m on the dot inside we creep

Got alpines fishes jvcs

Motorola phones sony color tvs

Had the hide packed up till we heard freeze

F**kin blue lights-readem their rights

Drama （x4）

4 in the morning lights in my face

Thats the time you know the place

Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass

Detects in effect cold doggin my a**

Whats your date of birth whats your real name

I stuck to my alias i know the game

If they don't know who you are then they don't know what youve done

You're just makin this harder on yourself son

I know this sh*t by heart I'm too clever

Have you ever been arrested before

Nope never

Da reject all over his face

You see no confession no case

Then my boy started illin talkin and tellin

Son of a b**ch-he was a snitch

Drama （x6）

Under I went i caught a case and half

He dropped the mallet then the judge laughed

Now I'm in the penzo chillin like a real pro

I can't move until the man says go

A puppet of the big game an institutional thing

I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain

Got knowledge from school books instead of street crooks

Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks

The joint is like an oven of caged heat

You're just a number another piece of tough meat

Killers and robbers are all you great

Act soft you will get beat

On death row they got their own hot seat

For those who feel that they are truly elite

The last thing you sees a priest

The lights dim-your life ends

Drama