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T Ice Soul On Ice

It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure Left

high, don't get you high no more? When you got a lot of cars, don't even drive no more When you're expected to win, they ain't surprised no more Hold

, I'm all on my own, g. Who should I trust? Niggaz bust BIG, now it seems they want us. It's like no matter what I do, I can't escape it. Ain't no going

to show It feels like you don't love me anymore Just got my feet back on the ground Ice cracks and now I'm falling down, down, down Can't give much

the honey So don't expect nuttin' 'cause I ain't offerin' I go hard on my bitches 'cause I'm never never softenin' Puttin' the demand on 'em, fuck 'em and scram on

wet I ain't no rookie, I'm a microphone vet Evil E's on the set, hit the deck Be easy on the cut Be easy on the cut Be easy on the cut And no mistakes

E V I L E and Ice T are on a jack move Layin' down the dope groove, smokin' those who disapprove Wreckin' the deck, you'll regret if you cross punk Rollin

bet One DEA wouldn't roll, we pulled his tongue through his neck Just a message to the rest, don't test Housing developments are built on the bodies Of punks who wouldn't

cross the street know it's really on Now I can go on and on but I refuse to cause I might lose you Let's cruise to the soulful sounds I'm tryin to make