Текст, перевод и аккорды “I Ain't New Ta This”
- Come on Come on [ VERSE 1 ] Do this, ugh, come on, come on Time to get wreck and kick the so on and so on The I-c-e-T O.G. M.C. L.A.P.D. H-a-t-e- s (Ho!) Watch the mic blow I flip scripts, and the Dump drops the Ammo Time to get wreck with the new style It's '93 and MC's are gettin buck wild But I - ain't a - nigga That's gonna get left with a big zero as a figure I'm gonna end up with a big sum Cause if you don't like one jam, I always got another one Different, specifically I don't copy Tear up the track if the flow sounds sloppy I don't play one game I bust about a dozen cuts on my lp's, none the same [ CHORUS ] I ain't new to this I ain't new to this Never been New to this Nigga New to this I ain't new to this Fool New to this Fuck around and catch a left and a right fist [ VERSE 2 ] Boom bam, I drop fat slang When I used to hustle, used to be down with the crack game When I was young, I used to roll with a street gang If you wanna squabble, muthafucka, it ain't no thang I ain't new to this, I ain't new to this Blow your dome, I hit quick as a pugilist Ugh, ah, what's up? Now your eyes swoll' Thought I went soft, cause my records went gold (Sucker) Buster, you'se a - muthafuckin punk fool Caught you in your eye while you reached for your tool Now it's mine, and you're blind Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop goes the nine Yeah. what you're dissin bout, friend? Sayin I went out, but you ain't never been in I got r-e-s-p-e-c-t in the industry That's somethin that you'll never see [ CHORUS ] (They can get a smack for that) --> Flavor Flav (Yeah-yeah) [ VERSE 3 ] On and on to the funk track Back glass shakin like shit, that's where the trunk's at That's cause my shit's - made for Niggas that are hardcore Brothers is quick to hook a left to your right jaw Girls, come on, girls, come on, girls, come on Get your clothes off and the fun on Girls, come on, girls, come on, girls, come on Get your clothes off and the fun on It's time to check cash Jump in my 4, hit the switch and lay the ass While the Klan try to kill me But I wrote 'riot' on my muthafuckin will, gee So when I'm gone, it's on Caps goin off on the streets like popcorn Talkin bout Simon till the early morn' Word is bond But now I just cool Bumpin my Gang Starr tape by my pool I ain't new to this [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 4 ] Check, check, I got problems with the press Caught the punk in traffic, stabbed the sucker in his neck (Ugh) Punk reporter tried to diss me (Ugh) Now the muthafucka's history (Ha) I got to make a break hardcore fat tape Word, I don't fantasize, I don't exaggerate Just kick correct with the 1-2 mic check Still quick to swing, take a sucker to the deck I'm not the nigga you should step to like a sucker Walk up talkin shit, you best to be a good ducker Your posse best to run from my gun Keep my nine off safety, and E holds the other one (Yeah, sucker) [ CHORUS ] (They can get a smack for that) And you don't stop Fuck, fuck around and get your punk ass dropped Yeah Ice-T '93 for the underground I ain't new ta this
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