[Intro: Ice-T]
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Damn! yeah, you know
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Niggas really don't want drama, just trying to live
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Go out, just hanging out having a little fun
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Shit always gets wild, always!
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[Chorus: Coco overlapping the Intro]
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Pray to your mother, pray to your father
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Pray to your sister, pray to your brother
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[Verse 1: Ice-T]
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It's Saturday night, I'm rolling with my bitch and my niggaz
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Well known, ghetto grown, rock locking street figures
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They start thrilling, I'm rolling in the front with my bitch for life
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You can call her my wife
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There's four in the back, in the blacked out lacs
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They're high of the 'gnac and they're dusted too
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Streets call them killers, but I call them my crew
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Some niggaz wear red, my niggaz wear blue
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Stepped through the door, niggaz can't help or feel us
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Fagots tuck their jewels, bitches trying to see us
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Let's to the back, put us up in the booth
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Got a bucket of Chron, egg and mice to the shoot
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Coco started dancing, everything was fine
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Til some nigga said that table was supposed to be mine (WHAT!)
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I was feeling good, ain't paying him no mind
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Til a nigga got wild, threw a Boglar wine
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[Skit #1:]
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[Ice-T] Yo, what the fuck is that about?
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[Nigga] Nigga, what you need now in this motherfucker?
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[Ice-T] What's happening nigga? you're tearing the stuff up?
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[Nigga] Yo, what you wanna do then nigga?
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[Ice-T] What's up nigga?
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[Nigga] Nigga, Fuck You!
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[Chorus: Coco]
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[Verse 2: Ice-T]
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No time to pray; this shit just missed me and my niggaz kicked in
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Blaze sprung a razor and he opened his skin
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These niggaz wasn't having it, gangsters too
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Motherfuckers started shooting, lighting up the booth
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Mark Live wore vest and it went right through
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They're fucking body Big Rich, what the fuck I'ma do?
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Flipped the table up, me and Coc' hit the back door
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These niggaz wasn't done, these niggaz want more
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Fell off in the cut like a video game
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Pull my strap, took my aim, made the door my frame
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Everybody that stepped out, that body got blame
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I knew I was bleeding, I can feel the pain
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Broke out, had to get back behind the wheel
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Run into the Parking Lot, Coc' broke her heel
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I started getting dizzy as I clinched my gat
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I made it to my whip, I was shot in the back
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[Skit #2: Ice-T]
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Oh! Fuck, I'm shot, you gotta drive them home
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UHH! let me pack this up, motherfucker!!
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Come on! drive drive, get at the Parking Lot, man
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Come On!
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[Chorus: Coco]
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[Verse 3: Ice-T]
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No time to pray; jumped in the car, laid across the back seat
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Coc' grabbed the wheel, I was really started to leak
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Half way out, as the lights got block us back on
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Some niggaz in blue Seville with the grill
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Popped the stash rock on for Dolo
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Ex-extra big, bloody holes are fully auto
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Blast through my own glass, should've heard the sound
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It was on bitch, no time to roll shit down
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Hit the corner, see my niggaz Smitty and Nick
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They was rolling towards the club when they heard about this shit
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Didn't have to tell them, they just blocked up the street
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Cops on the way, still ain't throwing my heat
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Don't even know why the fuck I'm out here dealing with beasts
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Just went out for drinks and it comes on my peats
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My two boys are dead, I've seen them falling on my feet
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And I'm shot the fuck up, bleeding all in my seats
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Pray!
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Pray
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| Ice-T |
