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Interpret:
Ice T
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| I Ain T New Ta This
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Come on
Come on
[ VERSE 1 ]
Do this, ugh, come on, come on
Time to get wreck and kick the so on and so on
The I-c-e-T
O.G. M.C.
L.A.P.D.
H-a-t-e-
s (Ho!)
Watch the mic blow
I flip scripts, and the Dump drops the Ammo
Time to get wreck with the new style
Its 93 and MCs are gettin buck wild
But I - aint a - nigga
Thats gonna get left with a big zero as a figure
Im gonna end up with a big sum
Cause if you dont like one jam, I always got another one
Different, specifically I dont copy
Tear up the track if the flow sounds sloppy
I dont play one game
I bust about a dozen cuts on my lps, none the same
[ CHORUS ]
%09I aint new to this
%09I aint new to this
%09Never been
%09New to this
%09Nigga
%09New to this
%09I aint new to this
%09Fool
%09New to this
%09Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist
[ VERSE 2 ]
Boom bam, I drop fat slang
When I used to hustle, used to be down with the crack game
When I was young, I used to roll with a street gang
If you wanna squabble, muthafucka, it aint no thang
I aint new to this, I aint new to this
Blow your dome, I hit quick as a pugilist
Ugh, ah, whats up? Now your eyes swoll
Thought I went soft, cause my records went gold
(Sucker) Buster, youse a - muthafuckin punk fool
Caught you in your eye while you reached for your tool
Now its mine, and youre blind
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop goes the nine
Yeah. what youre dissin bout, friend?
Sayin I went out, but you aint never been in
I got r-e-s-p-e-c-t in the industry
Thats somethin that youll never see
[ CHORUS ]
%09(They can get a smack for that) --> Flavor Flav
%09(Yeah-yeah)
[ VERSE 3 ]
On and on to the funk track
Back glass shakin like shit, thats where the trunks at
Thats cause my shits - made for
Niggas that are hardcore
Brothers is quick to hook a left to your right jaw
Girls, come on, girls, come on, girls, come on
Get your clothes off and the fun on
Girls, come on, girls, come on, girls, come on
Get your clothes off and the fun on
Its time to check cash
Jump in my 4, hit the switch and lay the ass
While the Klan try to kill me
But I wrote riot on my muthafuckin will, gee
So when Im gone, its on
Caps goin off on the streets like popcorn
Talkin bout Simon till the early morn
Word is bond
But now I just cool
Bumpin my Gang Starr tape by my pool
I aint new to this
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 4 ]
Check, check, I got problems with the press
Caught the punk in traffic, stabbed the sucker in his neck
(Ugh) Punk reporter tried to diss me
(Ugh) Now the muthafuckas history
(Ha) I got to make a break hardcore fat tape
Word, I dont fantasize, I dont exaggerate
Just kick correct with the 1-2 mic check
Still quick to swing, take a sucker to the deck
Im not the nigga you should step to like a sucker
Walk up talkin shit, you best to be a good ducker
Your posse best to run from my gun
Keep my nine off safety, and E holds the other one
(Yeah, sucker)
[ CHORUS ]
%09(They can get a smack for that)
%09And you dont stop
%09Fuck, fuck around and get your punk ass dropped
%09Yeah
%09Ice-T
%0993 for the underground
%09I aint new ta this |
Eingetragen |
12.Oct.2001 22:10:56 |
Letzer Aufruf |
08.Dec.2004 22:12:52 |
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