Cause it ain't about that no more It ain't about the rims on ma truck Ain't about the ice on ma watch Ain't about the coup on ma truck Baby, it's about
cold It feels like you don't love me any- -More (oo-oo-oohoow) And it's starting to show It feels like you don't love me any- It's cold (oo-oo-oohoow
. ClubBanger Nation, The night is alive, You know where the party's at. It's going down, It's going down, down, down. It's going down, It's going
chick around You want it, it's fire, I got it, that fire So I might ignite ya, it's fire, it's fire I burn it down on stage, I make it hot 'Til the
with it It's our first time Don't it feel good, babe? Don't it feel good, baby? 'Cause it's so brand new, babe It's so brand new, baby Don't it feel
like I'm on fire Girl we got the house burning down But ain't nobody gonna save us now (oooh) And I don't care who's knocking on the door I' ma give
Sudan, Metropolis to Iraq It's a minute to the dawn and yet the sun ain't back It's still a war in all the stress and yes freaks will dance or die A
Sudan, Metropolis to Iraw It's a minute to the dawn and yet the sun ain't back It's still a war in all the stress and yes freaks will dance or die A
love them It's the kind of thought that kills You twice on the way down You might forget them but you're not nice They don't forget about you How they
Hey yo And I ain't try to tell 'em And I ain't try to sell 'em It's YSL teddy I ain't gotta spell it And yes, I killa kill 'em I guess I am the villain
as hell, cold as ice, sip it slow 'cause it's so nice Dulls my senses, drives my pain but I do it again Burns a bit to the touch, dangerous if it's too
her mine Says she'll never fly away and she's my girl It's 'cause I showed her 'round a country boy'd world Oooh now she's riding shotgun Sayin' baby let's
and I got two strikes We can't afford the Lino, fuckin witness tonight But if this is what they want, it's like Christmas to me It's been a long time
it outside I wanna make ya enjoy yourself On the mic tonight Ice T!!Who else? Evil's on the cuts,Henry Gee's shot gun Islam's my producer,Bambattas son Bronx Style Bob's
kicked But now he's married And he kicks his wife's ass Says it comes from problems That he had in the past Doesn't like blacks Claims he's upper class
mask, wacked the witness - vestless I'll put you on the graveyard's guest list ICE - cause I lack all emotions, I'm heartless That's why I can't figure
like you? I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one of them I don't trip on hos 'cause I don't need none of them Pussy's the temptation, dick's the persuasion
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