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ICE-T lyrics : "Soul On Ice"

It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali
Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's
Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure

Left a pound and a half of that %#@! still in the dresser
I slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock
Hit three grand up off the dresser, it was ten on the dot

Now my beeper started beepin, I threw that %#@! in the sink
I didn't need it no more, I had more money than Prince
See, I was quittin the game and tonight was my fling

You see, on the streets they're players but only one king
Now that's the title I held but the game is real fast
You gotta get in and get out if you expectin to last

Now my homeboy Evil was downstairs chillin in his brand new Benz
I had many adversaries but very few close friends
We broke to the set, E parked the car on the grass

High-signin was his trademark and he did it with class
Hit the door like two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare
And as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the air

I spied my man Jazz maxin out with two stone cold freaks
"Yo, what's up Ice, you rich now, man, you too good to speak?"
Now Jazz was a player from the east coast, the Bronx

He was known to be hard on the women and a brother he'd stomp
Smack a (*##$ in a minute, some say just for fun
And he was known for his chrome-plated pearl-handled gun

"Yo Ice, you my brother and I love you and all
But what's up with that six g's you owe me, man
...'member when your boys took that fall?

And I posted the bail cause yo $$# was locked up"
Evil gave Jazz ten g's and Jazz shut the $#&@ up
Just then I saw Donald-D hit the front door

More gold than a Aztec, black leather he wore
Hoes grabbed for they ^!$$%z when D hit the set
Cause what Donald-D wanted is what Donald-D'd get

Donald's eyes hit mine and a smile crossed his face
Then a light hit his ring and blinded the whole !@#$ place
"Yo Ice, you the coolest and Evil, you mean

But I got the fliest new %#@! rollin off gasoline"
Everyone in the party moved quickly outside
To see Donald-D's ultimate Superfly ride

It was black, it was low, cost twice that of my Porsche
A Testarossa Ferrari - convertable of course
It purred like a jet, "Yo man, I bought it with cash"

It had 'Donald-D' written in gold on the dash
Then out of nowhere came a shot across the street
I felt pain in my chest and my knees got weak

There was blood on my hands and I fell to the ground
And all I could hear was, "Yo, Ice is down!"
Somebody had shot me that night that I quit

The night that I ended all this hustlin playin %#@!
It's ironic ain't it, the night I retired
Would be the same night that my whole life expired

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