t yet begun to fight E hit the gas It was one past midnight! We boned down Vernon Right on Normandie Left on Florence Gettin' thru the E.T.G.'s Spun
it was ten past midnight! Midnight, time for a homicide South Central C'mon, man, you all bleedin' bad, man You got to keep up, man, we can't stop here
more carloads Niggas in hats and hoods In an attack mode And they hadn't yet begun to fight E hit the gas It was one past midnight! We boned down Vernon
Übersetzung: Ice-T. Midnight.
Übersetzung: T Ice. Midnight.
you're as cold as ice the green eyed monster throws a loaded dice who's that creeping out of my back door don't say he's collecting for the poor don't
: My love she speaks like silence, Without ideals or violence, She doesn't have to say she's faithful, Yet she's true, like ice, like fire. People carry
me standing in the doorway crying Under the midnight moon Maybe they'll get me and maybe they won't But not tonight and it won't be here There are things
Eternity!" "Eternity?" said Frankie Lee, With a voice as cold as ice. "That's right," said Judas Priest, "Eternity, Though you might call it 'Paradise.'" "I don't
m so down, in this foreign town; Tonight there's a band, it ain't such a bad one, Play me a song, don't make it a sad one, I can't even talk to these
I like it when you're licking ice cream It gets all over the upholstery Don't like it hard I like it soft So I can lick it off And when it's midnight
big black boots" [Brother J] [repeat 2X] [Ice Cube] God damn, another fuckin payback with a twist Them motherfuckers shot but the punks missed Ice Cube
o'clock midnight, posse was airtight Twenty-five cars, under the streetlights Some people talked, while others cried Ink was a brother, who shouldn't have died Then the silence broke, Ice
With a sawed off One hundred ten degrees Ice don't get soft Cause I'm hard as they come I come correct You can't handle the vandal hit eject If not you
: My lifestyles crazy,I'm luxury lazy So much gold that jewelry don't phase me Coroless phone,eight or nine homes Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones
Bellz, Jingle Bellz Jingle all the way Ask your fucken mom bitch, The ICP don't play, hey Wicked Clown, Wicked Clown Bitches drop your drawers Don't talk
: I live my life in the gutter And this gutter is who I am Take me back home to my gutter And I swear I won't ever leave again! [Violent J] Hey, I'm
