Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Charles Andre Glenn, Tracy Marrow
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Ice T6 'N the Mornin' Lyrics:
6 'N the mornin' police at my door
Fresh adidas squerk across the bathroom floor
Out of my back window I make a escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my old school tape
Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free
And the streets to a player is the place to be
Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand
Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats
But just livin' in the city is a serious task
Didn't know what the cops wanted, didn't have time to ask
Seen my homeboys coolin' way, way out
Told 'em bout my mornin' cold bugged' em out
Shot a little dice until my knees got sore
Kicked around some stories 'bout the night before
Posed to the corner where the fly girls chill
Through action at some freaks until one bitch got ill
She started actin' stupid simply would not quit
Called us all punk pussies said we all weren't shit
As we walked over to here hoe continued to speak
So we beat the bitch down in the god damn street
But just livin' in the city a serious task
Bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask
Continued clockin' freaks with emcee posterior
Rollin' in a blazer with a louie interior
Solid gold the ride was raw
Bust a left turn was on Crenshaw
Sean-e-sean was the driver known to give freaks hell
Had a beeper goin' off like a high school bell
Looked in the mirror what did we see?
Fuckin' blue lights L. A. P.D.
Pigs searched our car, their day was made
Found Uzi, forty-four and a hand grenade
Threw us in the county high power block
No freaks to see no beats to rock
Didn't want trouble but the shit must fly
Squabbled with this sucker shanked 'em in the eye
But just livin' in the county is a serious task
Nigga didn't know what happened, didn't have time to ask
Back on the streets after five and a deuce
Seven years later but still had the juice
My homeboy Ken Gee put me up on the track
Told me E's rollin' Villain, BJ's got the sack
Bruce is a giant, Nat C's clockin' dough
Be bop's a pimp, my old freaks a hoe
The batter rams rollin', rocks are the thing
Life has no meaning and money is king
Then he looked at me slowely and Hen had to grin
He said, "Man you out early we thought you got ten"
Opened up his safe kicked me down with cold cash
Knew I would get busy, he didn't waste time to ask
I bought a Benz with the money the rest went on clothes
Went to the strip started pimpin' the hoes
My hair grew long on my seven year stay
When I got it done on my shoulders it lay
Hard from the joint but fly to my heart
I didn't want trouble but the shit had to start
Out with my crew some ounks got loud
Shot gun blasts echoed throug the crowd
Six punks hit two punks died
All causalities were applied to their side
Human lives has to pass just for talking much trash
We didn't know who they were, no one had the time to ask
Swat team leader yelled hit the floor
Reached in my pocket pulled my forty-four
Dove across the room peeped out the window
Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto
Out the back door like some damn track stars
Broke down an alley jumped into a car
Suckers didn't even see us they musta been blind
Black wire touched red the car was mine
We hadn't done nothin' but some suckers got shot
Hit the first turn goddamn road block
Broke through the block and we did it fast
Cops wouldn't shot us on sight, they wouldn't took time to ask
The rollers gave chase at a serious speed
One more conviction was all I need
This shit was for real, this was no la-di-da-di
'Cause the boys had to pin the shit on somebody
And me and my crew we were known to get ill
We carried heat for protection but not to kill
We bust a corner doin' sixty one police car spun
And all I was thinkin' was murder one
Bust a move into an alley and did it right
And me and my crew we're gone into the night
Broke to my old lady's who drew me a bath
She didn't even know what happened, didn't care, didn't ask
We made love like crazy on top of the sheets
This girlie was my worlie a natural freak
She ran her tongue over each and every part of me
Then she rocked my Amadeus while I watched TV
A technican with a mission that's what she was
If there had been a crowd she would of got an applause
This girl did everything on earth to me that could be done
The she backed off and teased me so I couldn't come
Then she cold got stupid pushed me on the floor
Had me beggin' to stop while I was screamin' for more
After she waxed by body she let me crash
She knew her lovin' was deaf, she didn't waste time to ask
Up the next mornin' feelin good as hell
Sleepin' with a girlie sure beats a cell
Hit the boulevard in my A.M.G.
Hoe's catchin' whiplash tryin' to glimpse the T
Ring on my mobile yes celluar
Got to have a phone when I'm in my car
Was my homeboy Red, some say he's insane
Broke his bitch jaw for smokin' came
Told me to meet him at the airport
Said he's jumpin' bail said he just left court
Caught the first thing smokin' in a serious dash
He didn't know where we were going, didn't care, didn't ask
Fell a sleep on the plane and so did he
Woke up chillin' in N.Y.C.
Called up my posse when I got there
Hit the Latin qarter Union Square
Rooftop Devil's nest the rest we passed
Back doored the Palladium just for class
About four am we crashed the deuce
We never catch static 'cause my boys got juice
Deuced it to the Bronx to rest our heads
Where a shoot out jumped off mine people lay dead
It sounded like it happened with a mac ten blast
But it was 6 'N the mornin', we didn't wake up to ask
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