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
Übersetzung: Ice-T. Shit Hit The Fan (Featuring Shawnie Shawn).
2000 shit motherfucker you know how this shit goin down This is my shit, from now on this is my shit Nigga can't eat, nigga can't sleep, nigga can't do
hoe inside of my ride I may let Last night at 5 AM, and she ain't even recover from last Friday yet Hoes all over the ride like it's an ice cream truck
they love me I mean, I can't believe how I had a dream of Martin King, But they ain't takin' me out on no balcony. (Feel the noise, don't stop the boys
way, lovely where for art thou Meth-tical god-child I pack a smile like crocidile profile can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now spin around
don't spend more then a thousand at the mall If you owe sheek pay me I don't care how you hit me It don't race me if your car don't cost more then fifty
if you dispute Ice Cube taught a nigga how to shoot Got mo' flavor than a lifesaver with a hole in the middle and Shit'll hit the fan If you don't let
young nigga, fat meat is greasy And shit stank, so if you plot a lick and hit a bank And get away, or get gaffled, the very next day Don't cry, hold your
to do If a kid got killed on the way to school Or a cop shot your kid in the back yard Shit would hit the fan motherfuckin' It would hit real hard I
and ice No, I can't sleep for thinking Set my head a reeling Be better than Wayne, Duke that can Eliminate a whole race Wanna make the shit hit the fan
ice I can't sleep for thinkin' Send my head a reelin' You bet that I'm Wayne To backhand Eliminate a whole race Wanna make the shit hit the fan I can
let you talk shit you wear lipstick Your girl call me ice cream because the big stick You wonder why I got a nickname and you didn't She said she you barley even hit
dues, shit hit the fan, we going to be eatin' your food Time up in the new, then torture, I rip a niggas toe nails off What, I didn't hear the news five
, Ice-T, and all the rest All that money we makin' don't fault the West 'Cause we ain't the ones who created rap But when we made the shit, we made it
Can't adapt to thes bitches Try not to slap these bitches Don't wanna hit these bitches I just want cap from these bitches I ain't got time for bitches
me, young nigga, fat meat is greasy And shit stank, so if you plot a lick and hit a bank And get away or get gaffled, the very next day Don't cry, hold
me, young nigga, fat meat is greasy And shit stank, so if you plot a lick and hit a bank And get away, or get gaffled, the very next day Don't cry, hold