Drama Lyrics - Power - Ice T

Cruisin' for a bruisin', I'm talkin' no crap 

Pipe bomb in my trunk, got a nine in my lap 

I'm layin' for a sprayin', tonight there's no playin' 

The posse's most strapped, tonight the crew's weighin' 

Dust is burnin', the steering wheel's turnin' 

I'm out a week, I'm already earnin' 

Suckers crossed, tonight it's their loss 

Payback time, boy, life's the cost 

Gauges out the window, one lay cross the roof 

They all die if them suckers ain't bullet proof 

I'm rollin' death tollin', of course the car's stolen 

But I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden 

A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right 

Fuckin' blue lights, read 'em their rights 

Drama 

Drama 

Drama 

Drama 

I copped an alias bailed out in an hour or less 

I keep a bank for that don't know about the rest 

Copped another piece, hit the dark streets 

Rollin' once again, fuck the damn police 

Called up my boy Joe, a roof job pro, 459 on his mind car stereos 

He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week 

3 a.m. on the dot, inside we creep 

Got Alpines, Fishes, JVC's, 

Motorola Phones, Sony Color TV's 

Had the ride packed up 'til we heard "freeze" 

Fuckin' blue lights, read 'em their rights 

Drama 

Drama 

Drama 

Drama 

4 in the morning, lights in my face 

That's the time, you know the place 

Cuffed in the room with the two-way glass 

Detects in effect, cold doggin' my ass 

"What's your date of birth?", "What's your real name?" 

I stuck to my alias, I know the game 

If they don't know who you are, then they don't know what you've done 

"You're just makin' this harder on yourself, son" 

I know this shit by heart, I'm too clever 

"Have you ever been arrested before?" 

"Nope, never" 

DA reject all over his face 

You see, no confession, no case 

Then my boy started illin', talkin' and tellin' 

Son of a bitch, he was a snitch 

Drama 

Drama 

Drama 

Drama 

Drama 

Under I went, I caught a case and a half 

He dropped the mallet, then the judge laughed 

Now I'm in the penzo, chillin' like a real pro 

I can't move until the man says go 

A puppet of the big game, an institutional thing 

I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain 

Got knowledge from school books, instead of street crooks 

Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks 

The joint is like an oven of caged heat 

You're just a number, another piece of tough meat 

Killers and robbers are all you great 

Act soft you will get beat 

On death row they got their own hot seat 

For those who feel that they are truly elite 

The last thing you see's a priest 

The lights dim, your life ends 

Drama