Текст песни ICE CUBE - Tales From The Darkside
ICE CUBE - Tales From The Darkside слова песни
Текст песни ICE CUBE - Tales From The Darkside
Verse one: ice cubePeace. haha don't make me laugh!All i hear is muthafucker's talkin' sucotashLivin' large, tellin' me to get out the gangI'm a nigga, gotta live by the triggerHow the fuck do you figure?( )That i can say peace and the gunshots won't ceaseEvery cop killin' goes ignoredThey just send another nigga to the morgueA point scored- they could give a fuck about usThey rather catch us with guns and white powderIf i was old, they'd probably be a friend of meSince i'm young, they consider me the enemyThey kill ten of me to get the job correctTo serve, protect, and break a niggas neckCuz i'm the one with the trunk of funkAnd 'fuck tha police' in the tape deckYou should listen to me cuz there's more to seeCall my neighborhood a ghetto cuz it houses minoritiesThe other color don't know you can run but not hideThese are tales from the darkside...Verse two:You wanna free africa, i stare at yuhCuz we ain't got it too good in americaI can't fuck with them overseasMy homeboy died over a key of cocaineIt was plain and simpleThe 9mm went to the temple was the sound i put the bitch downAnd ran to the schoolyard bathroomLooked in the trash can yo it had roomSo i ducked my ass in it for a minuteCovered with sweat i had the laybackMad as fuck, thinkin' about the paybackTonite the crew gonna have a little funI went home and cocked the barrel of my shotgunIt's gettin' critical - i start the five point oThere they go - drive real slowI yelled out 'ice cube sucka'Shot gun hit - and murder mutahfuckersI told you last album, when i got a sawed off, bodies are hard offIts a shame, that niggas die youngBut to the light side it don't matter noneIt'll be a drive by homicideBut to me its just another tale from the darkside...Verse three: chuck dStanding in the middle of warThe middle we flexWhen we die, they won't make checkEbony can't see to the darksideThe term they apply to us is a niggaCall it what you want, cuz i'm comin' from the coronerSame applies with a phdWho'z black - don't wanna role - sells his soulWatch his head go rollin'Who the fuck are they foolin'?Nobody knows, but i suppose the color of my clothesMatches the color of the one on my face as they wonder whats under my waist[standin on the verge] of them gettin' brownThats a fact got a fear on their bozackRun, run, run, their ass off, they can not hideYet cube, they can't fuck with the darkside!