Ice T lyrics
Ice T lyrics
"You Played Yourself Lyrics"
When The Going Gets Tough The Tough Gets Going Lyrics
When the going gets tough The tough get going, tough, tough, huh, huh, huh When the going gets tough, the tough gets ready Yeah, ooooh, du da do da I got something to tell you I got something to say I'm gonna put this dream in motion Never let nothing stand in my way When the going gets tough The tough gets going I'm gonna get myself 'cross the river That's the price I'm willing to pay
Verse 1
This is it, dope from the fly kid
The Ice mic is back with the high bid
Suckers you've lost cos players you're not, gangstas you ain't
You're faintin', punk, if you ever heard a gunshot
Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangsta, the hustler
High Roller, dead pres folder
Is cold lampin' like a black king on a throne
Evil E...turn up the microphone
So I can ill and break on the rollin' tape
Another album to make? Great
Islam turn the bass kick up a bit
Hype the snare, now I got a place to sit
And ride the track like a black mack in his 'lac
Hit the corner slow where the girls are at
And kick game the way it should be done
How you gonna drop science? You're dumb
Stupid ignorant, don't even talk to me
At school you dropped Math, Science and History
And then you get on the mic and try to act smart
Well let me tell you one thing, you got heart
To perp
Till the press shove a mic in your face
Or you meet Boogie Down or Chuck D
Stetsasonic or the Big Daddy
And they ask you about the game you claim you got
Drop science now, why not?
You start to sweat and fret, it gets hot
How'd you get into this spot?
You played yourself...
Yo, yo, you played yourself...
Verse 2
I'm no authority but I know the D-E-A-L
When it comes to dealin' with the females
What you got they want, cash is what they need
Slip sucker and they'll break you with speed
But you meet a freak, you try to turn her out
Spendin' money's what I'm talkin' about
But you fool out, your pockets got blew out
And after the date, no boots, you got threw out
Mad and shook cos your duckets got took
Call her up, phone's off the hook
But who told you to front and flaunt your grip?
You can't buy no relationship
You played y
Yo, homeboy, you played yourself...
Verse 3
I'm in the MC game, a lot of MC's front
And for the money they're sell out stunts
But they claim that they're rich and that they keep cash
Yo, let me straighten this out fast
Two hundred thousand records sold
And these brothers start yellin' 'bout gold?
You better double that, then double that again
And still don't get sooped, my friend
You think you've made it, you're just a lucky man
Guess who controls your destiny, fans
But you diss 'em cos you think you're a star
That attitude is rude, you won't get far
Cos they'll turn on you quick, you'll drop like a brick
Unemployment's where you'll sit
No friends cos you dissed 'em too
No money, no crew, you're through
You played yourself...
That's right, you played yourself...
You played yourself...
Yo, yo, you played yourself...
Verse 4
You got pro
But every dollar you get you take
Straight to the Dopeman, try to get a beam up
Your idle time is spent tryna scheme up
Another way to get money for a jumbo
When you go to sleep you count Five-O's
Lyin' and cheatin', everybody you're beatin'
Dirty clothes and you're skinny cos you haven't been eatin'
You ripped off all your family and your friends
Nowhere does your larceny end
And then you get an idea for a big move
An armed robbery...smooth
But everything went wrong, somebody got shot
You couldn't get away, the cops roll, you're popped
And now you're locked, yo, lampin' on Death Row
Society's fault? No
Nobody put the crack into the pipe
Nobody made you smoke off your life
You thought that you could do dope and still stay cool? Fool.
You played yourself...
You played yourself...
Ain't nobody else's fault, you played yourself.
When the going gets tough The tough get going, tough, tough, huh, huh, huh When the going gets tough, the tough gets ready Yeah, ooooh, du da do da I got something to tell you I got something to say I'm gonna put this dream in motion Never let nothing stand in my way When the going gets tough The tough gets going I'm gonna get myself 'cross the river That's the price I'm willing to pay
Verse 1
This is it, dope from the fly kid
The Ice mic is back with the high bid
Suckers you've lost cos players you're not, gangstas you ain't
You're faintin', punk, if you ever heard a gunshot
Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangsta, the hustler
High Roller, dead pres folder
Is cold lampin' like a black king on a throne
Evil E...turn up the microphone
So I can ill and break on the rollin' tape
Another album to make? Great
Islam turn the bass kick up a bit
Hype the snare, now I got a place to sit
And ride the track like a black mack in his 'lac
Hit the corner slow where the girls are at
And kick game the way it should be done
How you gonna drop science? You're dumb
Stupid ignorant, don't even talk to me
At school you dropped Math, Science and History
And then you get on the mic and try to act smart
Well let me tell you one thing, you got heart
To perp
Oganaich An O-Fhuilt Bhuidhe - Am Braighe Lyrics
(Youth Whose Hair Is Golden Yellow - The Braes of Margaree) Oganaich an o-fhuilt bhuide, Leat a chinneadh sealg a's sithionn; 'S ann ad ghruaidh a bhiodh an rudha, 'N uair a bhiodh tu siubhal bheann! 'N uiar a dhieadh tu na stucan Leis a 'ghunna chaol nach diultadh, 'S i do luaidhe ghorm a's d'fudar, Chuireadh smuid air feadh nan gleann. Na cnuic 's na glinn bu bhoidhche leinn, 'S iad cnuic is glinn a'Bhr
etrate, you're bait, so just wait(Youth Whose Hair Is Golden Yellow - The Braes of Margaree) Oganaich an o-fhuilt bhuide, Leat a chinneadh sealg a's sithionn; 'S ann ad ghruaidh a bhiodh an rudha, 'N uair a bhiodh tu siubhal bheann! 'N uiar a dhieadh tu na stucan Leis a 'ghunna chaol nach diultadh, 'S i do luaidhe ghorm a's d'fudar, Chuireadh smuid air feadh nan gleann. Na cnuic 's na glinn bu bhoidhche leinn, 'S iad cnuic is glinn a'Bhr
Till the press shove a mic in your face
Or you meet Boogie Down or Chuck D
Stetsasonic or the Big Daddy
And they ask you about the game you claim you got
Drop science now, why not?
You start to sweat and fret, it gets hot
How'd you get into this spot?
You played yourself...
Yo, yo, you played yourself...
Verse 2
I'm no authority but I know the D-E-A-L
When it comes to dealin' with the females
What you got they want, cash is what they need
Slip sucker and they'll break you with speed
But you meet a freak, you try to turn her out
Spendin' money's what I'm talkin' about
But you fool out, your pockets got blew out
And after the date, no boots, you got threw out
Mad and shook cos your duckets got took
Call her up, phone's off the hook
But who told you to front and flaunt your grip?
You can't buy no relationship
You played y
Mmm Sarap Lyrics
Di ko mapigilang ngumiti pag ika'y nakikita Para kang isang regalong nagbibigay saya Nagtataka kung anong hiwagang mayron ka Sana ang nadarama ay di na lumipas pa. Para bang namamasyal sa ulap tuwing kasama ka Pati mga problema ko'y biglang limot ko na Ang oras ay biglang natrapik biglang humihinto Sulit ang bawat minutong ika'y naririto. *Kay sarap isipin na naryan ka pag ako'y na
ourself...Di ko mapigilang ngumiti pag ika'y nakikita Para kang isang regalong nagbibigay saya Nagtataka kung anong hiwagang mayron ka Sana ang nadarama ay di na lumipas pa. Para bang namamasyal sa ulap tuwing kasama ka Pati mga problema ko'y biglang limot ko na Ang oras ay biglang natrapik biglang humihinto Sulit ang bawat minutong ika'y naririto. *Kay sarap isipin na naryan ka pag ako'y na
Yo, homeboy, you played yourself...
Verse 3
I'm in the MC game, a lot of MC's front
And for the money they're sell out stunts
But they claim that they're rich and that they keep cash
Yo, let me straighten this out fast
Two hundred thousand records sold
And these brothers start yellin' 'bout gold?
You better double that, then double that again
And still don't get sooped, my friend
You think you've made it, you're just a lucky man
Guess who controls your destiny, fans
But you diss 'em cos you think you're a star
That attitude is rude, you won't get far
Cos they'll turn on you quick, you'll drop like a brick
Unemployment's where you'll sit
No friends cos you dissed 'em too
No money, no crew, you're through
You played yourself...
That's right, you played yourself...
You played yourself...
Yo, yo, you played yourself...
Verse 4
You got pro
Sorrow Lyrics
lift the sorrow percieve another way a better view re evaluate you're lying to yourself what's there to prove you've seen the final showing the curtain closes the symphony plays on dance of the dead slowing down moving on finally complete dead on climb those stairs once more falling down
blems, you claim you need a breaklift the sorrow percieve another way a better view re evaluate you're lying to yourself what's there to prove you've seen the final showing the curtain closes the symphony plays on dance of the dead slowing down moving on finally complete dead on climb those stairs once more falling down
But every dollar you get you take
Straight to the Dopeman, try to get a beam up
Your idle time is spent tryna scheme up
Another way to get money for a jumbo
When you go to sleep you count Five-O's
Lyin' and cheatin', everybody you're beatin'
Dirty clothes and you're skinny cos you haven't been eatin'
You ripped off all your family and your friends
Nowhere does your larceny end
And then you get an idea for a big move
An armed robbery...smooth
But everything went wrong, somebody got shot
You couldn't get away, the cops roll, you're popped
And now you're locked, yo, lampin' on Death Row
Society's fault? No
Nobody put the crack into the pipe
Nobody made you smoke off your life
You thought that you could do dope and still stay cool? Fool.
You played yourself...
You played yourself...
Ain't nobody else's fault, you played yourself.