Soul on Ice (Explicit)

Soul on Ice (Explicit) - ICE-T

Written by：Goldsmith/Smith

It was a saturday night on the streets of Cali

Threw on my d**e silk suit brushed off my suede Bally's

Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure

Left a pound and a half of that sh*t still in the dresser

I slapped a clip in my nine threw a clip in my sock

Hit three grand up off the dresser it was ten on the dot

Now my beeper started beepin I threw that sh*t in the sink

I didn't need it no more I had more money than prince

See I was quittin the game and tonight was my fling

You see on the streets they're players but only one king

Now that's the title I held but the game is real fast

You gotta get in and get out if you expectin to last

Now my homeboy evil was downstairs chillin in his brand new Benz

I had many adversaries but very few close friends

We broke to the set e parked the car on the grass

High signin was his trademark and he did it with class

Hit the door like two titans the whole jam stopped to stare

And as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the air

I spied my man jazz maxin out with two stone cold freaks

Yo what's up Ice you rich now man you too good to speak

Now jazz was a player from the east coast the Bronx

He was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd stomp

Smack a b**ch in a minute some say just for fun

And he was known for his chrome plated pearl handled gun

Yo ice you my brother and I love you and all

But what's up with that six g's you owe me man

'Member when your boys took that fall

And I posted the bail cause yo a** was locked up

Evil gave jazz ten g's and jazz shut the f**k up

Just then I saw donald D hit the front door

More gold than a aztec black leather he wore

Hoes grabbed for they niggaz when D hit the set

Cause what donald D wanted is what donald D'd get

Donald's eyes hit mine and a smile crossed his face

Then a light hit his ring and blinded the whole goddamn place

Yo Ice you the coolest and evil you mean

But I got the fliest new sh*t rollin off gasoline

Everyone in the party moved quickly outside

To see donald D's ultimate superfly ride

It was black it was low cost twice that of my porsche

A testarossa ferrari convertable of course

It purred like a jet yo man I bought it with cash

It had 'donald D' written in gold on the dash

Then out of nowhere came a shot across the street

I felt pain in my chest and my knees got weak

There was blood on my hands and I fell to the ground

And all I could hear was yo Ice is down

Somebody had shot me that night that I quit

The night that I ended all this hustlin' playin' sh*t

It's ironic ain't it the night I retired

Would be the same night that my whole life expired