Testo Ricochet - Ice-T
Testo della canzone Ricochet (Ice-T), tratta dall'album Classic, Cool & Cult Movie Soundtracks
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You go on and on and you don't stop
Got sticky sneakers from the blood of a shot cop
Built in the club, I'm leavin' tracks on the white rug
Punk tried to riff and he met double-aught slugs
I ain't the brother to step to
Out catchin' bodies and the next one could be you
Quick on the trigger, yo, I'm a gravedigger
Chop up a body and deep six it in the river
A night stalkin' psychopath
All cops hunt the black male in a ski mask
But I'm too clever
Will they ever catch me? Never
Because I operate in and out of state
Move at a quick rate and never hesitate
To take a chump sucker down
And my HK, it holds eighty rounds
So when you move, be careful and don't play
And watch for the ricochet
Suicide, it's a suicide (Yeah)
Suicide, it's a suicide (Yeah)
Suicide, it's a suicide (Yeah)
Suicide, it's a suicide (Yeah)
Suicide, it's a suicide (Yeah)
Suicide, it's a suicide (Yeah)
Suicide, it's a suicide (Yeah)
Suicide, it's a suicide (Yeah)
Shut up all you suckers as I lay the ink
When I'm in Detroit, brothers fight in mink
When I'm in Chicago, all the brothers get buck wild
When I'm up in Oakland, niggas roll in a huge pile
In Atlanta, brothers crash the doors
When I'm in Philly, it's a sold out tour
In L.A., I max out with the hard
When I'm in New York, I build with the Gods
So don't try to deny me my proper juice
E cuts the records and the yellow nigga gets loose
No static, just much respect
Drop my Rolex when I cruise the projects
A fly brother that's hard to figure
Why I punch holes and I smack up niggas
'Cause I'm a pimp and a player
Sometimes I bump hip-hop, the other time Slayer
You don't like it, you better stay out my way
Duck from the gunshot and watch for the ricochet
Suicide, it's a suicide (Yeah)
Suicide, it's a suicide (Yeah)
Suicide, it's a suicide (Yeah)
Suicide, it's a suicide (Yeah)
Suicide, it's a suicide (Yeah)
Suicide, it's a suicide (Yeah)
Suicide, it's a suicide (Yeah)
Suicide, it's a suicide (Yeah)
Come on, yeah
Come on, yeah
Come on, yeah
Come on, yeah
Come on, yeah
Come on, yeah
Come on, yeah
Yo, D (What's up?)
Suckers is poppin' lip
Grab the HK and the dum-dum clip and spread out
I'm puttin' punks' heads out
Doors are shut, there's no chance to get out
Because I got 'em all tied with bike locks
Raise the auto-loader and let off the buckshot
That's how I like to do work
Got guts on my T-shirt
All them suckers tried to play the Ice
'Cause I rhyme smooth and on TV act nice
Soft, that's what you shouldn't have said
Now I'm so mad, I'm bustin' veins in my forehead
You wanna get off? Come on, let's rock
But have your safety off and your gats cocked
'Cause when I come to get that ass
Leave your whole block filled with hot brass
So punk, don't make me pop my trunk
Show you my amps and my Mossberg pump
'Cause when I pull it, most brothers run
Suckers stay and get hit by the ricochet
Suicide, it's a suicide (Yeah)
Suicide, it's a suicide (Yeah)
Suicide, it's a suicide (Yeah)
Suicide, it's a suicide (Yeah)
Suicide, it's a suicide (Yeah)
Suicide, it's a suicide (Yeah)
Suicide, it's a suicide (Yeah)
Suicide, it's a suicide (Yeah)
Brothers wanna know about me and the Elgo
We squashed that mess with me and him about a year ago
But there's a new rule startin' tonight
Diss me on a record, see me, fight
'Cause in the days, you used to battle on mics
Now it's '91, I'm usin' gauges and flashlights
E's back and don't give me no feedback
(Yo, Ice, cool out) Yo, kill that
I'm hot, I'm puttin' brothers in cots
Some get knocked out, some just get shot
Where'd I get all the juice I use?
Got a posse full of brothers with nothin' to lose
Some just got out, some'll never
Some beat their cases 'cause their lawyers were clever
I love 'em all and they know that's true
So they won't blink while they're doin' a punk like you
Freeze, all you suckers get on your knees
Hands behind your back, bow your head if you would, please
I swing my axe, watch your bodies fall
Watch your heads bounce off like volleyball
To all you cool brothers down with the fly guy
Look me in the face if you're strong when you walk by
And all you punk brothers poppin' lip
Step to the side, bow your head like a bitch
I don't play, you'll get hit by the ricochet
You'll get hit by the ricochet
You'll get hit by the ricochet
Yeah
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Writer(s): Norman Gimbel, Joseph Darion, Lawrence Coleman
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