ice t - funky gripsta lyrics
(intro: ice-t)
yeah, ice-t n-gg-, seventh deadly sin
it’s all about that hardcore mind
got my n-gg- radzay, my n-gg- bazaro, my girl gripsta
in the house
we gonna do it for all the hardcore n-gg-s out there
like this…
(radzay)
a hard hit makes a soft -ss, that’s what they told me
huh!
i’m totally gone, i’m in another zone n-gg- put me on
this
we layin’ stick, my lyrics is heat
havin’ visions of ritual mirrors inside my sleep –
n-gg- peep
i remember watchin’ the news, dead people in jimmy bag
i got a nine n-gg- get me mad
and watch me throw up razorblades and get to trippin’
i’m cats and crippin’, lickin’ is civil like jack the
ripper
i’m on a mission drippin’-a-fog
an when it sees a million motherf-ckers deceased
some of police are brutal hog, i’m actor-baitin’
no hesitation to slice a motherf-cker in thirty places
f-ck a case – ain’t leavin’ traces here to redder-dip
i’m aimin’ a – automatic find a b-tch i’m hangin’ up
protainin’ up, boss strangler, better save my mother
flat packs will end as brothers – the bl–dy covers
bl–dy gloves like yo-j, ak’s my brainwaves
i’ll strung a n-gg- all day to my dear play you won’t
be comin’ back
i put that on my dear pops when i blast a fierce drop
my bl–dy mask revealin’ jason it’s non-stop
the cemetery is what you facin’
my steel shot is smokin’ like chainsaws, brains call
recommend that you get your homies and watch your
motherf-ckin’ game fall
(chorus)
i only like my sh-t hardcore
(radzay, south central l.a. n-gg-)
i only like my sh-t hardcore
i only like my sh-t hardcore
i only like my sh-t hardcore
(ice-t)
prepare for the night that you never wanted
these streets is taunted, blacked out impala with the
big rims on it
hit’cha corner with the lights out, b-tch it’s on
duck down wit’cha kids, you know what you did
motherf-ck what your n-gg-s say, watch for the ricochet
it’s gonna be hard to hear much, once my trigger spray
that’s neither here nor there, just beware
cause when i bust off my gat flings like a roll flair
you now listenin’ to – the most hated and most loved at
the same time ’cause
ice n-gg- what the f-ck you want to do about a t
most’cha b-tch n-gg-s can’t f-ck with me
cause your chin-chalked talk i can see through
like you’re rollin’ in a phat v-12
bulllsh-t – pull quick and have your sh-t c-cked or
dropped
keep a spare clip cause sometimes the shots don’t stop
it’s motherf-ckin’ game to rap about, sh-ts’ for real
double action, ain’t gotta c-ck back no more
got you b-tch–ss n-gg-s sweatin’ like taibo
rather lookin’, in my face, i’m just checkin’ my flow
so, i advise you to keep it in the studio
your att-ttude, you don’t want to meet me dude
my crews’ like a f-ckin’ wild bunch of escaped beasts
like scientists, cross cells of apes and g’s
all the war – get you battle gear, black fatigues
you talk sh-t, your crews’ catch a casualty, uh!
(chorus)
i only like my sh-t hardcore
(ice-t n-gg-, what?)
i only like my sh-t hardcore
i only like my sh-t hardcore
i only like my sh-t hardcore
(bazaro)
aiyyo my style be official, i bust like a pistol
criminal – the issue, mad sh-t the n-gg- been through
peep now, system, handcuffs n-gg- listen
word up, robbin’ white boys to buy blunts
the representative – gortek -ss-ssin thought to be a
stallion
yo i be splashin’ street wars
the hardcore amb-ssador in a black four door akaror, i
attach yours
the marquise piece, gold teeth and medallion
heads i be sappin’ like the grams i be baggin’
fightin’ women, cut throat and tree smokin’
violatin’, infiltratin’, blunt bakin’
block regulatin’, the cake, bake, a brick flippin’
green expedition thicker to body stickin’
bazaro, yo i got the hardcore flow
i drop to put a rock from the bronx why’all know
(chorus)
i only like my sh-t hardcore
(bazaro, boogie down bronx baby)
i only like my sh-t hardcore
(grip)
on the mic, grip be flexin’
who’s next to wreck when i mic check, mic check
i’m checkin’ any verbal an’ steppin’
what the f-ck n-gg- duck you ain’t f-ckin’ with this
get touched cause i l-st to bust when i clutch
with the quickness, killin’ lyricist when i spit this
who’s next on my hitlist when i rip this
lyrically i’m material, the rap war general
droppin’ hoes quicker than a syllable, yeah you
killable
your style, unfillable, wishin’ my sh-t was stillable
i eel for the f-ck of it, queen you know i’m lovin’ it
d-ck, never suckin’ it unless i see a buck in it
you need the whip, cluck it kid, i’m furious
leavin’ your crew delirious so you don’t take it
serious
i’m guessin’ you was serious about the west, none test
i got the rep for my n-gg-s on the shaw
got the ball, f-ck the law and yep i wet ’em out
as i proceed to spread ’em out and dead ’em out
spray ’em out, lay ’em out
ain’t no surprise, come see me with four eyes
young grip i’m a prize, prepare for you demise
recognize i put a hole in the local aforenor
n-gg- this is coroner
(ice-t)
gripsta, oakland, california
i only like my sh-t hardcore…
Random Lyrics
- icicle works - high time lyrics
- idle cure - draw the line lyrics
- ian stuart - slay the beast lyrics
- ian astbury - high time amplifier lyrics
- ian tyson - summer wages lyrics
- ian broudie - whenever i do lyrics
- ian brown - just like you lyrics
- icons of filth - one second to midnight lyrics
- ian anderson - aqualung lyrics
- ida - f. boyfriend lyrics