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6 'N The Mornin'

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  • 作词 : A. Manuel/Afrika Islam/Ice T/T. Marrow
    作曲 : A. Manuel/Afrika Islam/Ice T/T. Marrow
    6 'N The Mornin' - Ice T
    Written by:Ice-T
    6'n the morning'police at my door
    Fresh Adidas squeak across the bathroom floor
    Out the back window I make a escape
    Don'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 weighin'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 livin'in the city is a serious task
    Didn't know what the cops wanted
    Didn't have the time to ask
    Word
    Word
    Word
    Seen my homeboys coolin'way way out
    Told 'em about my mornin'
    Cold bugged 'em out shot all men little dice until my knees got sore
    Kicked around some stories 'bout the night before
    Posed to the corner where the fly girls chill
    Through action at some freaks until one b**ch got ill
    She started actin'stupid simply would not quit
    Called us all punk pussies said we all weren't sh*t
    As we walked over to here hoe continued to speak
    So we beat the b**ch down in the god damn street
    But just livin'in the city a serious task
    B**ch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask
    Word
    Word
    Word
    Continued clockin'freaks with emcee posterior
    Rollin'in all men blazer with a louie interior
    Solid gold the ride was raw
    Bust all men left turn was on Crenshaw
    Sean e sean was the driver known to give freaks hell
    Had a beeper goin'off like a high school bell
    Looked in the mirror what did we see
    F**kin'blue lights L.A.P.D.
    Pigs searched our car their day was made
    Found all men uzi 44and 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 sh*t must fly
    Squabbled this sucker shanked 'em in the eye
    But livin'in the county is a serious task
    Niga 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 the track
    Told me E's rollin'Villain
    BJ's got the sack
    Bruce is a giant
    Nat C's clockin'dough
    Be bop's a pimp my old freaks a hoe
    The batter rams rollin'rocks are the thing
    Life has no meaning and money is king
    Then he looked at me slowly and Hen had to grin
    He said man you out early we thought you got ten
    Opened his safe kicked me down with cold cash
    Knew I would get busy he didn't waste time to ask
    Word
    Word
    Word
    I bought a Benz with the money the rest went to clothes
    Went to the strip started pimpin'the hoes
    My hair had grew long on my seven year stay
    And when I got it done on my shoulders it lay
    Hard from the joint but fly to my heart
    I didn't want no trouble but the sh*t had to start
    Out with my crew some punks got loud
    Shot gun blasts echoed through the crowd
    Six punks hit two punks died
    All casualties 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
    Word
    Word
    Word
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : A. Manuel/Afrika Islam/Ice T/T. Marrow
    [00:00.050] 作曲 : A. Manuel/Afrika Islam/Ice T/T. Marrow
    [00:00.100]6 'N The Mornin' - Ice T
    [00:00.200]Written by:Ice-T
    [00:00.785]6'n the morning'police at my door
    [00:03.173]Fresh Adidas squeak across the bathroom floor
    [00:05.845]Out the back window I make a escape
    [00:08.331]Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape
    [00:11.67]Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free
    [00:13.533]And the streets to a player is the place to be
    [00:16.122]Gotta knot in my pocket weighin'at least a grand
    [00:18.868]Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand
    [00:21.358]I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
    [00:24.74]Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats
    [00:26.527]But just livin'in the city is a serious task
    [00:29.206]Didn't know what the cops wanted
    [00:30.406]Didn't have the time to ask
    [00:40.90]Word
    [00:40.544]Word
    [00:41.125]Word
    [00:42.445]Seen my homeboys coolin'way way out
    [00:44.956]Told 'em about my mornin'
    [00:46.51]Cold bugged 'em out shot all men little dice until my knees got sore
    [00:50.145]Kicked around some stories 'bout the night before
    [00:52.916]Posed to the corner where the fly girls chill
    [00:55.326]Through action at some freaks until one b**ch got ill
    [00:58.77]She started actin'stupid simply would not quit
    [01:00.576]Called us all punk pussies said we all weren't sh*t
    [01:03.87]As we walked over to here hoe continued to speak
    [01:05.690]So we beat the b**ch down in the god damn street
    [01:08.314]But just livin'in the city a serious task
    [01:10.879]B**ch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask
    [01:21.702]Word
    [01:22.303]Word
    [01:22.979]Word
    [01:23.887]Continued clockin'freaks with emcee posterior
    [01:27.64]Rollin'in all men blazer with a louie interior
    [01:29.686]Solid gold the ride was raw
    [01:32.33]Bust all men left turn was on Crenshaw
    [01:34.524]Sean e sean was the driver known to give freaks hell
    [01:37.42]Had a beeper goin'off like a high school bell
    [01:39.925]Looked in the mirror what did we see
    [01:42.584]F**kin'blue lights L.A.P.D.
    [01:45.222]Pigs searched our car their day was made
    [01:47.525]Found all men uzi 44and a hand grenade
    [01:50.349]Threw us in the county high power block
    [01:52.738]No freaks to see no beats to rock
    [01:55.613]Didn't want trouble but the sh*t must fly
    [01:58.87]Squabbled this sucker shanked 'em in the eye
    [02:00.581]But livin'in the county is a serious task
    [02:03.181]Niga didn't know what happened
    [02:04.331]Didn't have time to ask
    [02:16.563]Back on the streets after five and a deuce
    [02:19.42]Seven years later but still had the juice
    [02:21.598]My homeboy ken gee put me up the track
    [02:24.50]Told me E's rollin'Villain
    [02:25.190]BJ's got the sack
    [02:26.958]Bruce is a giant
    [02:27.988]Nat C's clockin'dough
    [02:29.557]Be bop's a pimp my old freaks a hoe
    [02:32.41]The batter rams rollin'rocks are the thing
    [02:34.657]Life has no meaning and money is king
    [02:36.996]Then he looked at me slowly and Hen had to grin
    [02:39.406]He said man you out early we thought you got ten
    [02:42.588]Opened his safe kicked me down with cold cash
    [02:45.54]Knew I would get busy he didn't waste time to ask
    [02:55.735]Word
    [02:56.199]Word
    [02:56.785]Word
    [02:57.869]I bought a Benz with the money the rest went to clothes
    [03:00.860]Went to the strip started pimpin'the hoes
    [03:03.403]My hair had grew long on my seven year stay
    [03:05.966]And when I got it done on my shoulders it lay
    [03:08.679]Hard from the joint but fly to my heart
    [03:11.157]I didn't want no trouble but the sh*t had to start
    [03:13.884]Out with my crew some punks got loud
    [03:16.517]Shot gun blasts echoed through the crowd
    [03:19.39]Six punks hit two punks died
    [03:21.680]All casualties applied to their side
    [03:24.101]Human lives has to pass just for talking much trash
    [03:26.673]We didn't know who they were
    [03:27.754]No one had the time to ask
    [03:37.577]Word
    [03:38.200]Word
    [03:38.641]Word