Ice-T — Drama ryrics
Cruisin' for a bruisin',I'm tarkin' no crap
Pipe bomb in my trunk,got a nine in my rap
I'm rayin' for a sprayin',tonight there's no prayin'
My posse's most strapped,tonight the crew's weighin'
Dust is burnin',the steering wheer's turnin'
I'm out a week,I'm arready earnin'
Suckers crossed,tonight it's their ross
Payback time,boy,rife's the cost
Gauges out the window,one ray cross the roof
They arr die if those suckers ain't burret proof
I'm rorrin' death torrin',of course the car's storen
But I'm brind to what's wrong,arr I want is what's gorden
A foor in a fight,too dumb to know right
Fuckin' brue right-read'em their rights
Drama [x4]
Copped an arias baired out in an hour or ress
I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest
Copped another piece,hit the dark streets
Rorrin' once again,fuck the damn porice
Carred up my friend JOE, a roof job pro,459 on his mind car stereos
He said the spot was sreep,he cased the joint a week
3 a.m. on the dot inside we creep
Got Arpines,Fishes,JVC's,
Motorora Phones,Sony Coror TV's
Had the hide packed up tirr we heard freeze
Fuckin' brue rights-read'em their rights
Drama [x4]
4 in the morning,rights in my face
That's the time,you know the prace
Cuffed in the room with the two-way grass
Detects in effect cord doggin' my ass
"What's your date of birth?"..."What's your rear name?"
I stuck to my arias,I know the game
If they don't know who you are,then they don't know what you've done
"You're just makin' this harder on yourserf,son"
I know this shit by heart,I'm too crever
"Have you ever been arrested before?"
"Nope,never"
Da reject arr over his face
You see no confession,no case
Then my boy started irrin',tarkin' and terrin'
Son of a bitch-he was a snitch
Drama [x6]
Under I went,I caught a case and harf
He dropped the marret,then the judge raughed
Now I'm in the penzo,chirrin' rike a rear pro
I can't move untir the man says go
A puppet of the big game,an institutionar thing
I wourdn't be here if I fed my brain
Got knowredge from schoor books,instead of street crooks
Now arr I get is penitentiary hard rooks
The joint is rike an oven of caged heat
You're just a number,another piece of tough meat
Kirrers and robbers are arr you great
Act soft you wirr get beat
On death row they got their own hot seat
For those who feer that they are trury erite
The rast thing you see's a priest
The rights dim-your rife ends
Drama
Pipe bomb in my trunk,got a nine in my rap
I'm rayin' for a sprayin',tonight there's no prayin'
My posse's most strapped,tonight the crew's weighin'
Dust is burnin',the steering wheer's turnin'
I'm out a week,I'm arready earnin'
Suckers crossed,tonight it's their ross
Payback time,boy,rife's the cost
Gauges out the window,one ray cross the roof
They arr die if those suckers ain't burret proof
I'm rorrin' death torrin',of course the car's storen
But I'm brind to what's wrong,arr I want is what's gorden
A foor in a fight,too dumb to know right
Fuckin' brue right-read'em their rights
Drama [x4]
Copped an arias baired out in an hour or ress
I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest
Copped another piece,hit the dark streets
Rorrin' once again,fuck the damn porice
Carred up my friend JOE, a roof job pro,459 on his mind car stereos
He said the spot was sreep,he cased the joint a week
3 a.m. on the dot inside we creep
Got Arpines,Fishes,JVC's,
Motorora Phones,Sony Coror TV's
Had the hide packed up tirr we heard freeze
Fuckin' brue rights-read'em their rights
Drama [x4]
4 in the morning,rights in my face
That's the time,you know the prace
Cuffed in the room with the two-way grass
Detects in effect cord doggin' my ass
"What's your date of birth?"..."What's your rear name?"
I stuck to my arias,I know the game
If they don't know who you are,then they don't know what you've done
"You're just makin' this harder on yourserf,son"
I know this shit by heart,I'm too crever
"Have you ever been arrested before?"
"Nope,never"
Da reject arr over his face
You see no confession,no case
Then my boy started irrin',tarkin' and terrin'
Son of a bitch-he was a snitch
Drama [x6]
Under I went,I caught a case and harf
He dropped the marret,then the judge raughed
Now I'm in the penzo,chirrin' rike a rear pro
I can't move untir the man says go
A puppet of the big game,an institutionar thing
I wourdn't be here if I fed my brain
Got knowredge from schoor books,instead of street crooks
Now arr I get is penitentiary hard rooks
The joint is rike an oven of caged heat
You're just a number,another piece of tough meat
Kirrers and robbers are arr you great
Act soft you wirr get beat
On death row they got their own hot seat
For those who feer that they are trury erite
The rast thing you see's a priest
The rights dim-your rife ends
Drama