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Midnight Lyrics - O.g. Original Gangster - Ice T

Midnight chillin' at A.M P.M. 

Coolin' drinkin' apple juice 

In Evil's BM 

The sound's up loud 

To attract attention 

rmoraled tires 

On a lowered suspension 

Nardi to steer with 

Alpine deck was glowin' 

Bumpinn' Big Daddy 

And the nigga was definitely flowin' 

I was ridin' shotgun 

Donald and Hen in back 

Look through the tint recognized a jack 

Two brothers strolled up 

Talkin' bout get out 

Donald D blazed 

Shot one fool through his fuckin' mouth 

Why would they step 

When they know we're strapped? 

I never cruise L.A. 

Without a Gat in my lap 

The other fool shot 

Caut the E in the shoulder blade 

I busted through the ca door 

That's where the nigga laid 

Hen jumped out 

Dropped two nines in his forehead 

Evil was bleedin' bad 

The car seats were turnin' red 

Looked to my left 

There were two more carloads 

Niggas in hats and hoods 

In an attack mode 

And they hadn't yet begun to fight 

E hit the gas 

It was one past midnight! 

 

We boned down Vernon 

Right on Normandie 

Left on Florence 

Gettin' through the E.T.G.'s 

Spun out on Vermont 

Made a left on Colden 

Right on Hoover 

E where we goin'? 

He didn'T even answer that 

Checked the reaar view 

They were still out back 

Where were these brothers from? 

What made these brothers come 

Bang! our back window 

Was removed by a shotgun 

Now Hen G was shot 

Don caught a ricochet 

These motherfuckers was ill 

They didn't come to play 

Bust a right turn, parked 

and then we got left 

Hid in the the bushes 

Shot the gas tank to fake death 

But would this really 

Keep them psyched? 

Three of us bleedin' 

It was ten past midnight! 

 

I really didn't like 

How this shit was goin' down 

Wrong night, wrong time 

Wrong fuckin' part of town 

Ya see we was deep 

In the Hoover's hood 

Three niggas bleedin' 

That shit don't look good! 

See over there red don't go 

Some places red's all they know 

But not our luck 

Tonight we was real fucked 

Borke down an alley 

And we instantly had to duck 

Fuckin' police on a gang sweep 

No time to deal with one time 

So we had to creep 

Broke through a back yard 

Ran through a vacant lot 

E, Hen and Don kept up 

To be some niggas shot 

Shit was gettin' craazy 

So I had to get busy 

Hen was bleedin' worse 

And Evil was gettin' dizzy 

Looked in a parking lot 

I needed a snatch bar 

Had to hot wire 

So I moved on an old car 

It was a bucket, but fuck it, it had to do 

Started it up 

And scooped my whole crew 

Two blocks later 

We saw fuckin' blue lights 

The pigs were behind us 

It was half past midnight! 

 

When they pulled us over 

Shit got worse 

I waited till they got out 

And then I hit reverse 

Fucked 'em up, I seen one cop fall 

Threw it in gear, yo I'm outty y'all 

Don't know how 

But somehow we got away 

Lost the jackers, the cops 

Dumped the G.T.A. 

Made it back to the hood 

Fixed the crew up 

And even though Evil's car blew up 

We made it home and then I crashed out 

Thinkin' bout my all-night death bout 

Then somethin' woke me up 

From my dark sleep 

The sound of fuckin' police 

When they're tryin' to creep 

Broke through my door 

With no goddamn warning 

Looked at my watch 

It was six in the mornin'! 

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