lirik lagu ruin your day - ice t
{hook: reverse live + dirtbag dan]
ice t wit’ that body count, make the body count
hit a body wit’ the shotty round, lay the body down
(sippin’, sippin’, sippin’)
ice t wit’ that body count, make the bodies count
hit the body wit’ the shotty round, lay a body down
ice t wit’ that body count, make the body count
hit a body wit’ the shotty round, lay the body down
(sippin’, sippin’, sippin’)
ice t wit’ that body count, make the bodies count
hit the body wit’ the shotty round, lay a body down
[verse 1: dirtbag dan]
aye, i let off shots and they screamin’
my mama think i’m a demon
she in the church, prayin’ to jesus
i’m in the street, sendin’ people to meet him
i got my hand on the nina (yah)
used to mix up the oj wit’ olde english and f-ck that lil’ b-tch wit’ my fingers (fingers)
none of my b-tches speak english
all of my hoes come from overseas
bet that b-tch lookin’ bad as she roll wit’ me (let’s go)
pack my bread in the bag like some groceries
keep my dough at the pad like some boboli
you act like a boss – how much weed you got? (c’mon)
all of my plugs come from ichuka
they ship that to j-pan, now it’s ichiban
while i sit back and post at the pizza spot
i don’t leave the block
{verse 2: reverse live]
yuh, pull up in a makeshift wraith
lacin’ your brain, dome shot when the scope lock (ugh)
crushin’ the custom rock
bulletproof gl-ss ain’t sh-t that the pope got, yuh
movin’ like creatures who crawled out the toxic from sh-t that’ll whip up the stovetop, yuh
clip from the sig gon’ stick to your rib and hit like a kick, that’s some cold c-ck
throw guap and the fetti’, throw shot from the dezzi
pull up in the scr-per, then pack ’em out (pack ’em out)
we f-ck up the odds, we come through yo’ block
we bustin’ them choppers, spin back around (back around)
shots cannot back ’em down
you runnin’ your mouth, we pop up, now you havin’ doubts (huh?)
f-ck is all that about?
rockin’ the chain that i stole in your face – what’chu mad about?
(mad about, mad about, mad about, mad about…)
{hook: reverse live + dirtbag dan]
i-i-i-i-ice t wit’ that body count, make the body count
hit a body wit’ the shotty round, lay the body down
(sippin’, sippin’, sippin’)
ice t wit’ that body count, make the bodies count
hit the body wit’ the shotty round, lay a body down
ice t wit’ that body count, make the body count
hit a body wit’ the shotty round, lay the body down
(sippin’, sippin’, sippin’)
ice t wit’ that body count, make the bodies count
hit the body wit’ the shotty round, lay a body down
{verse 3: dirtbag dan]
hit a motherf-ckin’ body wit’ a shotty round (bow)
lay a body down (down)
hit him in the body, he ain’t got n0body now (now)
put the bunnies in the pot, now we rock ’em out (yah)
put in work in on the block and we ain’t clockin’ out
[verse 4: reverse live]
yuh, copped me a phantom, we poppin’ out (poppin’)
ghost in my garage: that’s a haunted house (boo)
day of the dead when i’m blunted out
tell me this sh-t, what the f-ck is you talkin’ ’bout? (b-tch)
[verse 5: dirtbag dan]
i won’t f-ck wit’ lil’ b-tch ’cause she seem funny (uh-uh)
she can kick it, but won’t get a thing from me (nah)
trust little honey like i trust a junkie who shows up to score wit’ some clean money
[verse 6: reverse live]
got the devil’s number in a bathroom stall
i was on my break, so i gave him a call
now i levitate and i walk through walls
swung on by v’s gettin’ dog food off
[verse 7: dirtbag dan]
what you think i brought the metal for? (bang)
i got bands in the van like a metal tour (bands)
the gun is enormous
if i say i roll wit’ the cannon, then it ain’t a metaphor (it’s not)
i got people in low places (goons)
k!llers wit’ no faces
road ragin’
car full of cans in the caddy deliverin’ cold cases
[verse 8: reverse live]
drew cartoons on standardized tests
still push new whip, but dan’s is high-tech (skrrt-skrrt)
war paint drip, it splash the fly nets
i push the new wave, the crashin’ tide swept away (yuh, yuh)
the late trend, they ask for my necks
everywhere my enemy that comanche pride bet
i whip that work, it crack the pyrex
if they comin’ for my funds, i’m flashin’ my tec
(my tec, my tec, my tec, my tec…)
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