Ice-T - Ed

Tekst :

Let me tell ya a little story
Bout my homeboy Ed
Use to drink every day
Straight 40 s to the head
You try to snap on him
He d ask what you said
You still try to break
He d start given up lead
Love to gamble
On one knee he stayed
Tryin to hit seven
on one knee he stayed
Worked tees and weights
So he always got paid
Blew on the hoes
Every dollar he made
Crazy friends, crazy friends he had
Superfly drobe, super dope pad
Cars for your ass
and I m talkin class
Benz s and better
With his name on the dash
One night he got drunk
And started drivin real fast...

Ed s dead

Inne utwory

  • Exodus
  • Killers
  • 7th deadly sin (Intro)
  • Make the loot loop
  • Body count
  • They want me back in
  • Personal
  • Ice M.F.T
  • Hardcore
  • Dear homie
  • Depths of hell
  • Ice T
  • Prepared to die
  • How does it feel
  • Colors
  • New Jack Hustler
  • Losowe utwory

    Take me to your heaven

    Shadows dancin slowly on my wall
    Moonlight paintin silver to the sound of heartbeats
    Magical emotions take control
    Knowin we will meet before the night is over

    Then I m gonna make you mine, love you till the end of time

    Take me to your heaven, hold...

    Fly to me

    Don’t turn your back on me
    Conceal and protect me
    I need you to stop me
    From reeling around
    The time’s gonna come
    When you no longer need me
    But stay by my side ‘til the sun has gone down

    When I am an old man
    And live...

    When you say your prayers

    If you ve ever wondered
    When you pray at night
    If it makes a difference
    If it sets things right
    Everytime we say our prayers
    Whispered in the dark
    Somewhere deep inside you
    You know with all your heart
    As sure as God’s in Heaven
    There’s someone who cares
    And somebody’s listening
    When you say your prayers
    A prayer can be a...

    Megatronic

    Don t you know what I ve got you always got
    Can see right through you
    Through the lies and through the trouble
    Tricks and check what you are doing
    When you re crying in the corner over there you seem pathetic
    Yeah now drop...

    Fear of a black planet

    Man you ain t gotta
    Worry bout a thing
    Bout your daughter
    Nah she ain t my type
    (But supposin she said she loved me)
    Are you afraid of the mix of Black and White
    We re livin in a land where
    The law say the mixing of race
    Makes the blood impure
    She s...