Sangtekster:
Streets The Get Out Of My House

Yeah, 1993, I'm back motherfucker, this is Ice T Got my nigga Ice Cube in the motherfuckin' house Yeah, up here in the ammo dump studios I got my Nigga

play I write rhymes with addition and algebra Mental geometry don't even come at me Talk'n that weak and popin' that bullshit Get out my face a fool could get

that easy, I still got 'em to shake They had my man's bitch wired for a month and a half Snatched my nigga up in Aspen, bail's five million Bounced him out

spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out Syndicate

go on, get your ass out there and do something right quick for a player Yeah I love you, get your fucking ass out there I love you, get the fuck out..

bare back, I thought I oughta share dat Compare dat, an' wear dat 7 days a week Keep my name out ya mouth and my business out the motherfuckin' streets

head, then I spread out Vision in my head, all I had to do is to get it out When I walked out of my house, and look at my street All I see is the opportunity

make it up out this life Whether we dribble out this motherfucker Rap metaphors and riddle out this motherfucker Work second floors, hospital out this motherfucker Some how we gotta get up out

house With a high yellow thick bitch, with her legs out Cash Money president, but we in the red house Who the fuck want it? Make my fucking day I blow your candles out