Ice T - Common Sense Lyrics
It starts like thisGats hit harder than fistsJust ***** and lick itThe aftermaths wickedBrass gets evictedAnother crew shotCant put your strap back in your waistCause your barrels too hotYou did it kidThe more deadThe more weight on your headPlus you ganked a suitcaseFull of black tar hBaby boy, twenty keysDead colombian gsNow youre ballin full speedOne slip you bleedYou had your nigga with youHard rock street gorilla hitterHe took a hot one in the shoulderNow hes bendin overMad illegalNigga flipped harder than buggsy segalHe wet the room up with the rocket launchinDesert eagleBlood oozin through his black dickiesYa nigga say hes getting dizzyThe car seats *****in getting stickyHe leaned back, his whole chest plates crackedYou thought they hit him onceHe must of got double clappedYour niggas dyin but he aint cryinSoldier no doubtHe looked you dead in the eyeSaid get that money checked outBallin bent him back in the blackS t s but where hes going no stressYour niggas dead, but youre thinkin bout headFly hoes and condosOnce you flip the kilosThe fact your niggas out aint shit to yaMore profit for your greedy assNo one to split the grip wit ya[chorus:]Common sense will keep you safer than vestsAmbulance, cots, cause real niggas give head shotsLa streets will make your guts leakPlayer no doubtYoung killers live for drug wars and shoot outsYou flipped your chipMotorola, called your hookerSaid you had a little foul upTold the ho to wet some towels upShe didnt even talkClicked the phone offMight a new some weak niggasBut this ***** aint softMake your next callStraight to your chicano connectSaid they would flip the boy for girlUp the weight, give you peruvian flakeYou had to dump the body,Burned it beyond recognitionBack back in commissionScooped your hooker, cleaned your seats offSqueezed offTwo in her headNow the *****in ***** is deadYoure all alone just how you liked itStraight laced hustler from hellStreet life you spiked itIts time to hook up with the mexicanosLayin in the dooly parking lot of a mcdonaldsHit the corner they was thereYoure preparedCircled the block, screwed your silencer onRock the esse they hadKickin back to get yaCrept on the dropped truckDouble crossin ducks got buckedCheck the back of the cabSuckas had the *****in mathTen more keys of uncut pure cash (yes!)Now your weighin thirty full keysOf girl and the ponyJumped for your lackHit the yack threw your head backThe big time is what you wantedAnd now you got itThe devil put the strap in your palmAnd you shot it[chorus]Its going down nowOn foreverSquare life is neverBuck wildin is your life stylinMashed outHit a motel roomCrashed outCalled up a ho to get your dick sucked thoughBad ***** phat backs green contactsReal hair, kept her feet all night in the airKind of squareSaid she only worked the streets a weekSaid her boyfriend kicked her outAnd she needed to eatShe cuddled to you like a babyKeep the girl mabeyThe ***** was tighter than ***** drove you crazyShe kissed you on your chest and legsAsked you to ***** her in the assThen she started to begIt kind of got you open, no doubtWhen baby doll fell asleep, with your dick in her mouthNow youre layin there, lookin at the motel doorHand on your strap, some beautiful whoreYou *****in relaxed, fell a *****in sleep bad moveBig game take little game, show and proveBaby jumped up, went for the strapDumped offThree shots in your faceGrabbed the sutcaseDont forget, grab the blow then jetBefore that ho hit the door she sipped a glass of moetStreet life sabatogeNiggas wanna live largeDemon ho out for cheddarCapped you with your own berreta[chorus]
