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Ice-t :: O.g. Original Gangster :: Midnight



Midnight chillin' at A.M P.M.
  Coolin' drinkin' apple juice
  In Evil's BM
  The sound's up loud
  To attract attention
  rmoraled tires
  On a lowered suspension
  Nardi to steer with
  Alpine deck was glowin'
  Bumpinn' Big Daddy
  And the nigga was definitely flowin'
  I was ridin' shotgun
  Donald and Hen in back
  Look thru the tint recognized a jack
  Two brothers strolled up
  Talkin' bout get out
  Donald D blazed
  Shot one fool thru his fuckin' mouth
  Why would they step
  When they know we're strapped?
  I never cruise L.A.
  Without a Gat in my lap
  The other fool shot
  Caut the E in the shoulder blade
  I busted thru the ca door
  That's where the nigga laid
  Hen jumped out
  Dropped two nines in his forehead
  Evil was bleedin' bad
  The car seats were turnin' red
  Looked to my left
  There were two 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
  Right on Normandie
  Left on Florence
  Gettin' thru the E.T.G.'s
  Spun out on Vermont
  Made a left on Colden
  Right on Hoover
  E where we goin'?
  He didn'T even answer that
  Checked the reaar view
  They were still out back
  Where were these brothers from?
  What made these brothers come
  Bang! our back window
  Was removed by a shotgun
  Now Hen G was shot
  Don caught a ricochet
  These motherfuckers was ill
  They didn't come to play
  Bust a right turn, parked
  and then we got left
  Hid in the the bushes
  Shot the gas tank to fake death
  But would this really
  Keep them psyched?
  Three of us bleedin'
  It was ten past midnight!
  
  I really didn't like
  How this shit was goin' down
  Wrong night, wrong time
  Wrong fuckin' part of town
  Ya see we was deep
  In the Hoover's hood
  Three niggas bleedin'
  That shit don't look good!
  See over there red don't go
  Some places red's all they know
  But not our luck
  Tonight we was real fucked
  Borke down an alley
  And we instantly had to duck
  Fuckin' police on a gang sweep
  No time to deal with one time
  So we had to creep
  Broke thru a back yard
  Ran thru a vacant lot
  E, Hen and Don kept up
  To be some niggas shot
  Shit was gettin' craazy
  So I had to get busy
  Hen was bleedin' worse
  And Evil was gettin' dizzy
  Looked in a parking lot
  I needed a snatch bar
  Had to hot wire
  So I moved on an old car
  It was a bucket, but fuck it, it had to do
  Started it up
  And scooped my whole crew
  Two blocks later
  We saw fuckin' blue lights
  The pigs were behind us
  It was half past midnight!
  
  When they pulled us over
  Shit got worse
  I waited till they got out
  And then I hit reverse
  Fucked 'em up, I seen one cop fall
  Threw it in gear, yo I'm outty yall
  Don't know how
  But somehow we got away
  Lost the jackers, the cops
  Dumped the G.T.A.
  Made it back to the hood
  Fixed the crew up
  And even though Evil's car blew up
  We made it home and then I crashed out
  Thinkin' bout my all-night death bout
  Then somethin' woke me up
  From my dark sleep
  The sound of fuckin' police
  When they're tryin' to creep
  Broke thru my door
  With no goddamn warning
  Looked at my watch
  It was six in the mornin'!
  



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