ฟังเพลง6 'N the Mornin' (Explicit)

6 'N the morning police at my door

Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor

Out of my back window I make a escape

Didn't even get a chance to

Grab my old school tape

Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free

And the streets to a player is the place to be

Gotta knot in my pocket weighing at least a grand

Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand

I'm a self-made monster of the city streets

Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats

But just living in the city is a serious task

Didn't know what the cops wanted,

Didn't have time to ask

Seen my homeboys cooling way, way out

Told them bout my morning cold bugged them out

Shot a little dice until my knees got sore

Kicked around some stories about the night before

Posed to the corner where the fly girls chill

Through action at some freaks

Until one bitch got ill

She started acting stupid simply would not quit

Called us all punk pussies said

We all weren't shit

As we walked over to here hoe continued to speak

So we beat the bitch down in the god damn street

But just living in the city a serious task

Bitch didn't know what hit her

Didn't have time to ask

Continued clocking freaks with emcee posterior

Rolling in a blazer with a louie interior

Solid gold the ride was raw

Bust a left turn was on crenshaw

Sean-e-sean was the driver known to

Give freaks hell

Had a beeper going off like a high school bell

Looked in the mirror what did we see

Fucking blue lights L. A. P.D.

Pigs searched our car, their day was made

Found uzi, forty-four and a hand grenade

Threw us in the county high power block

No freaks to see no beats to rock

Didn't want trouble but the shit must fly

Squabbled with this sucker shanked them in the eye

But just living in the county is a serious task

Nigga didn't know what happened,

Didn't have time to ask

Back on the streets after five and a deuce

Seven years later but still had the juice

My homeboy ken gee put me up on the track

Told me E's rolling villain, BJ's got the sack

Bruce is a giant, nat C's clocking dough

Be bop's a pimp, my old freaks a hoe

The batter rams rolling, rocks are the thing

Life has no meaning and money is king

Then he looked at me slowely

And hen had to grin

He said, "Man you out early

We thought you got ten"

Opened up his safe kicked me down

With cold cash

Knew I would get busy,

He didn't waste time to ask

I bought a benz with the money

The rest went on clothes

Went to the strip started pimping the hoes

My hair grew long on my seven year stay

When I got it done on my shoulders it lay

Hard from the joint but fly to my heart

I didn't want trouble but the shit had to start

Out with my crew some ounks got loud

Shot gun blasts echoed throug the crowd

Six punks hit two punks died

All causalities were applied to their side

Human lives has to pass just for

Talking much trash

We didn't know who they were,

No one had the time to ask

6 'N The Mornin' - Ice-T