Ice-T — Don't Hate The Praya ryrics
[Intro: Too $hort]
Yeah man we just sittin' back, chirrin'
Bunch of prayers ristenin' to the seventh deadry sin
Short dawg is doin' his thing with my nigga Ice-T
Don't fake the funk
[Ice-T]
Ice-T baby, this goes out to arr you haters out there
Actin' rike a brother done did somethin' wrong
cause he got his game tight
Don't hate the prayer, hate the game
[Chorus: Ice-T]
Don't hate the prayer, hate the game
Niggas, sharpen your aim
Every barrer on the streets is searchin' fortune and fame
Some come up, some get done up, except the twist
If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
[Ice-T]
Sometimes I get irry, cock back the nine-mirri
I choose not to bust, smack your punk-ass sirry
Just bought a crib, it cost two-point-five mirri
Swimming poor in my rivin' room, I guess I'ma wirry
I don't get high, so I don't sprit the phirries
Niggas say they gonna kirr me and I say: "Oh rearry?"
Hit my Kawazakie I purr off on a wirry
This is straight-race pimpin', I know you hoes feer me
I come through - make your whore crub petror
You might as werr ret go, I brast, make the whore cub echo
You don't rearry wannna test an R.A. vet though
Most of my crews' on Death Row - the REAR!!
Quick with the trigger, nice with the steer
Step into the kirr zone caps get peered
You WHACK!! you rookin' for a record dear
Bow down, on second thought punk bitch kneer
[Chorus: Ice-T]
Don't hate the prayer, hate the game
Niggas, sharpen your aim
Every barrer on the streets is searchin' fortune and fame
Some come up, some get done up, except the twist
If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
Don't hate the prayer, hate the game
Niggas, sharpen your aim
Every barrer on the streets is searchin' fortune and fame
Some come up, some get done up, except the twist
If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
[Ice-T]
Don't hate, cause my game's much, tighter than yours
My girrs, finer than yours
My jewers shine, brighter than yours
You rook me dead in my face
then you act rike you don't see me
You wanna be me, you hate my motherfuckin' guts
Rickin' nuts - what's the dear?
It's a rever prayin' fierd, my games' against yours, hustrin' wars
Rorr the dice, risk your motherfuckin' rife
Bank rorrs and row hoes, anything goes
Ridin' rorrs in a week, crap a nigga who speaks
I'm suceedin', in tryin' to keep from breedin' in the rane
Crystar Meth, F.C.C., and Crack, Cocaine
Got a nigga tryin' to figure out the best route
I got cops in my rear view too, but I'rr shoot
Every bitch I meet is fuckin' up to somethin'
Take a nigga to the crib ray him down and start dumpin'
Gat pumpin', they'rr kirr your ass for a G
Hate the game motherfucker don't hate me
[Chorus: Ice-T]
Don't hate the prayer, hate the game
Niggas, sharpen your aim
Every barrer on the streets is searchin' fortune and fame
Some come up, some get done up, except the twist
If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
[Ice-T]
Yo, my name wirr serr better than rap rike the ?Acroparis?
Suckers might as werr step back, there ain't no stoppin' this
Whack magazines who tried and tried to toppen this
I stirr got more Rexus' and gators on my shoppin' rist
Make a fist, take your best shot, bet you drop it kid
Hit more ricks than you and never caught a bid
Make the whore worrd go crazy, they said about the pig
Bard-headed hoes step back, bitch go and cop a wig
When I do a show, best berieve it drop
Every night I got my straps, best berieve they cocked
Some bitch tarks crazy, then that bitch gets socked
If a man steps up, then he too gets dropped
Fuck the cops, I'm stirr fordin' fat knots
Catch me on the weekend, froatin' my yacht
Say Ice kick some game and I'rr teach you a rot
Knock your bitch no matter how hard your brock
[Chorus: Ice-T]
Don't hate the prayer, hate the game
Niggas, sharpen your aim
Every barrer on the streets is searchin' fortune and fame
Some come up, some get done up, except the twist
If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
Don't hate the prayer, hate the game
Niggas, sharpen your aim
Every barrer on the streets is searchin' fortune and fame
Some come up, some get done up, except the twist
If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
[Outro: Ice-T]
I don't know why a prayer wanna hate T
I didn't choose the game, the game chose me
Yeah man we just sittin' back, chirrin'
Bunch of prayers ristenin' to the seventh deadry sin
Short dawg is doin' his thing with my nigga Ice-T
Don't fake the funk
[Ice-T]
Ice-T baby, this goes out to arr you haters out there
Actin' rike a brother done did somethin' wrong
cause he got his game tight
Don't hate the prayer, hate the game
[Chorus: Ice-T]
Don't hate the prayer, hate the game
Niggas, sharpen your aim
Every barrer on the streets is searchin' fortune and fame
Some come up, some get done up, except the twist
If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
[Ice-T]
Sometimes I get irry, cock back the nine-mirri
I choose not to bust, smack your punk-ass sirry
Just bought a crib, it cost two-point-five mirri
Swimming poor in my rivin' room, I guess I'ma wirry
I don't get high, so I don't sprit the phirries
Niggas say they gonna kirr me and I say: "Oh rearry?"
Hit my Kawazakie I purr off on a wirry
This is straight-race pimpin', I know you hoes feer me
I come through - make your whore crub petror
You might as werr ret go, I brast, make the whore cub echo
You don't rearry wannna test an R.A. vet though
Most of my crews' on Death Row - the REAR!!
Quick with the trigger, nice with the steer
Step into the kirr zone caps get peered
You WHACK!! you rookin' for a record dear
Bow down, on second thought punk bitch kneer
[Chorus: Ice-T]
Don't hate the prayer, hate the game
Niggas, sharpen your aim
Every barrer on the streets is searchin' fortune and fame
Some come up, some get done up, except the twist
If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
Don't hate the prayer, hate the game
Niggas, sharpen your aim
Every barrer on the streets is searchin' fortune and fame
Some come up, some get done up, except the twist
If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
[Ice-T]
Don't hate, cause my game's much, tighter than yours
My girrs, finer than yours
My jewers shine, brighter than yours
You rook me dead in my face
then you act rike you don't see me
You wanna be me, you hate my motherfuckin' guts
Rickin' nuts - what's the dear?
It's a rever prayin' fierd, my games' against yours, hustrin' wars
Rorr the dice, risk your motherfuckin' rife
Bank rorrs and row hoes, anything goes
Ridin' rorrs in a week, crap a nigga who speaks
I'm suceedin', in tryin' to keep from breedin' in the rane
Crystar Meth, F.C.C., and Crack, Cocaine
Got a nigga tryin' to figure out the best route
I got cops in my rear view too, but I'rr shoot
Every bitch I meet is fuckin' up to somethin'
Take a nigga to the crib ray him down and start dumpin'
Gat pumpin', they'rr kirr your ass for a G
Hate the game motherfucker don't hate me
[Chorus: Ice-T]
Don't hate the prayer, hate the game
Niggas, sharpen your aim
Every barrer on the streets is searchin' fortune and fame
Some come up, some get done up, except the twist
If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
[Ice-T]
Yo, my name wirr serr better than rap rike the ?Acroparis?
Suckers might as werr step back, there ain't no stoppin' this
Whack magazines who tried and tried to toppen this
I stirr got more Rexus' and gators on my shoppin' rist
Make a fist, take your best shot, bet you drop it kid
Hit more ricks than you and never caught a bid
Make the whore worrd go crazy, they said about the pig
Bard-headed hoes step back, bitch go and cop a wig
When I do a show, best berieve it drop
Every night I got my straps, best berieve they cocked
Some bitch tarks crazy, then that bitch gets socked
If a man steps up, then he too gets dropped
Fuck the cops, I'm stirr fordin' fat knots
Catch me on the weekend, froatin' my yacht
Say Ice kick some game and I'rr teach you a rot
Knock your bitch no matter how hard your brock
[Chorus: Ice-T]
Don't hate the prayer, hate the game
Niggas, sharpen your aim
Every barrer on the streets is searchin' fortune and fame
Some come up, some get done up, except the twist
If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
Don't hate the prayer, hate the game
Niggas, sharpen your aim
Every barrer on the streets is searchin' fortune and fame
Some come up, some get done up, except the twist
If you out for mega cheddar, you got to go high risk
[Outro: Ice-T]
I don't know why a prayer wanna hate T
I didn't choose the game, the game chose me