Song | Inside Of A Gangsta |
Artist | Ice T |
Album | Ice T VI: Return Of The Real |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Yeah | |
This is ice-t | |
I'ma slow it down for a minute | |
I wanna talk to all the ladies out there | |
I got my man j-e-ll in the house | |
I got a message i wanna send out to all the fly ladies, yeah | |
Check me out | |
[ verse 1: ice-t ] | |
It's time for me to kick game | |
And if i can't do it, then ladies, ice ain't my name | |
Now real brothers ain't easy to understand | |
And it's a long hard road to become a man | |
Drama seeks and chases him through every year | |
His homie dies, you might see him shed a tear | |
But mostly hardcore feelings are all you see | |
Cause you gotta be raw to be called a gee | |
But every man slows down | |
You'll see this side when there's probably no one around | |
And there's no safer place | |
Than if you ever are some gee's homebase | |
But it ain't easy, these brothers got barricades around the hearts | |
It's gonna take time before the trust starts | |
But girl, you must be true | |
Cause if your man's a gee, he'll definitely die for you | |
Look him deep in his eyes, let him know you're there | |
Show him that you really care | |
Trust me, you move with time | |
Through the darkened halls of his mind | |
You just might find | |
[ bobby ross avila ] | |
The me inside of a gangsta | |
Yo, jell | |
You know what i'm sayin? | |
I try to represent for all the brothers out there | |
And i know my latin homies have the same drama with they girls, man | |
Won't you let em know how it's goin down | |
[ verse 2: jell ] | |
Man, i'm lookin for a hina that's down | |
But you don't have to be brown | |
If you wanna hang around | |
All you gotta do is stay in check | |
Cause if you're rubbin me right | |
Then you can bet you'll get respect | |
And that's why i guess my feelings will have to show | |
How can you hide somethin that's in your soul? | |
Cause there's more to the l-o-c | |
Than all the violence, baby, that ain't who i be | |
I know my dogs and me can still pull straps | |
But i rather have you rollin in my cadillac | |
Cause when we cruisin, thangs is all good | |
And that goes for every vato in the hood | |
Now sometimes it's hard to show the other side | |
Especially when my crew is caught up in a homicide | |
Cause east l.a. don't play | |
And if i had my way | |
I'd kick it with you everyday | |
[ ice-t ] | |
Whether black or brown, the situation's the same | |
Different hoods, but the same game | |
Some girls won't take their time | |
Others will stroll through our souls and find | |
[ bobby ross avila ] | |
The me inside of a gangsta |
Yeah | |
This is icet | |
I' ma slow it down for a minute | |
I wanna talk to all the ladies out there | |
I got my man jell in the house | |
I got a message i wanna send out to all the fly ladies, yeah | |
Check me out | |
verse 1: icet | |
It' s time for me to kick game | |
And if i can' t do it, then ladies, ice ain' t my name | |
Now real brothers ain' t easy to understand | |
And it' s a long hard road to become a man | |
Drama seeks and chases him through every year | |
His homie dies, you might see him shed a tear | |
But mostly hardcore feelings are all you see | |
Cause you gotta be raw to be called a gee | |
But every man slows down | |
You' ll see this side when there' s probably no one around | |
And there' s no safer place | |
Than if you ever are some gee' s homebase | |
But it ain' t easy, these brothers got barricades around the hearts | |
It' s gonna take time before the trust starts | |
But girl, you must be true | |
Cause if your man' s a gee, he' ll definitely die for you | |
Look him deep in his eyes, let him know you' re there | |
Show him that you really care | |
Trust me, you move with time | |
Through the darkened halls of his mind | |
You just might find | |
bobby ross avila | |
The me inside of a gangsta | |
Yo, jell | |
You know what i' m sayin? | |
I try to represent for all the brothers out there | |
And i know my latin homies have the same drama with they girls, man | |
Won' t you let em know how it' s goin down | |
verse 2: jell | |
Man, i' m lookin for a hina that' s down | |
But you don' t have to be brown | |
If you wanna hang around | |
All you gotta do is stay in check | |
Cause if you' re rubbin me right | |
Then you can bet you' ll get respect | |
And that' s why i guess my feelings will have to show | |
How can you hide somethin that' s in your soul? | |
Cause there' s more to the loc | |
Than all the violence, baby, that ain' t who i be | |
I know my dogs and me can still pull straps | |
But i rather have you rollin in my cadillac | |
Cause when we cruisin, thangs is all good | |
And that goes for every vato in the hood | |
Now sometimes it' s hard to show the other side | |
Especially when my crew is caught up in a homicide | |
Cause east l. a. don' t play | |
And if i had my way | |
I' d kick it with you everyday | |
icet | |
Whether black or brown, the situation' s the same | |
Different hoods, but the same game | |
Some girls won' t take their time | |
Others will stroll through our souls and find | |
bobby ross avila | |
The me inside of a gangsta |
Yeah | |
This is icet | |
I' ma slow it down for a minute | |
I wanna talk to all the ladies out there | |
I got my man jell in the house | |
I got a message i wanna send out to all the fly ladies, yeah | |
Check me out | |
verse 1: icet | |
It' s time for me to kick game | |
And if i can' t do it, then ladies, ice ain' t my name | |
Now real brothers ain' t easy to understand | |
And it' s a long hard road to become a man | |
Drama seeks and chases him through every year | |
His homie dies, you might see him shed a tear | |
But mostly hardcore feelings are all you see | |
Cause you gotta be raw to be called a gee | |
But every man slows down | |
You' ll see this side when there' s probably no one around | |
And there' s no safer place | |
Than if you ever are some gee' s homebase | |
But it ain' t easy, these brothers got barricades around the hearts | |
It' s gonna take time before the trust starts | |
But girl, you must be true | |
Cause if your man' s a gee, he' ll definitely die for you | |
Look him deep in his eyes, let him know you' re there | |
Show him that you really care | |
Trust me, you move with time | |
Through the darkened halls of his mind | |
You just might find | |
bobby ross avila | |
The me inside of a gangsta | |
Yo, jell | |
You know what i' m sayin? | |
I try to represent for all the brothers out there | |
And i know my latin homies have the same drama with they girls, man | |
Won' t you let em know how it' s goin down | |
verse 2: jell | |
Man, i' m lookin for a hina that' s down | |
But you don' t have to be brown | |
If you wanna hang around | |
All you gotta do is stay in check | |
Cause if you' re rubbin me right | |
Then you can bet you' ll get respect | |
And that' s why i guess my feelings will have to show | |
How can you hide somethin that' s in your soul? | |
Cause there' s more to the loc | |
Than all the violence, baby, that ain' t who i be | |
I know my dogs and me can still pull straps | |
But i rather have you rollin in my cadillac | |
Cause when we cruisin, thangs is all good | |
And that goes for every vato in the hood | |
Now sometimes it' s hard to show the other side | |
Especially when my crew is caught up in a homicide | |
Cause east l. a. don' t play | |
And if i had my way | |
I' d kick it with you everyday | |
icet | |
Whether black or brown, the situation' s the same | |
Different hoods, but the same game | |
Some girls won' t take their time | |
Others will stroll through our souls and find | |
bobby ross avila | |
The me inside of a gangsta |