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T Ice Dear Homie

own colour Tryin to work me Tryin to hurt me Ain't no L-O-V-E Please tell me why, Dear Homie [Ice-T] Dear Homie, gang-bangin ain't joke And I'm

Tulkojums: Ice-t. Dear Homie (feat. Vistu-Gee.

own colour Tryin to work me Tryin to hurt me Ain't no L-O-V-E Please tell me why, Dear Homie [Ice-T] Dear Homie, gang-bangin ain't joke And I'm

like Yo-J, AK's my brainwaves I'll strung a nigga all day to my dear play You won't be comin' back I put that on my dear pops when I blast a fierce drop

him" "Look at what, dirty motherfucker, he ain't shit" "You don't see what I see, B" "I don't see nothin', you ain't blind, sisso" "True, true, personally

ya chick is undressed when she lifting her dress It's like Mannie and Fresh they be looking like flesh! Anybody that's on the net, saying Chamillionaire ain't

crushed ice Hangin' wit plays who plain heist and roll dice In casinos like Bugsy Siegel we outlaws forever livin' illegal The street life Another homie

to a chair and broke his chin My homies motherfuckin' head like a melon Slavery is [Unverified] of convicted felon So, dear Mr. Officer of the motherfuckin' law Rodney Kind don't

path It's just that we don't get there at the same time (See you next lifetime) See you next lifetime And to my children running around here talking about how nice is they ice