Ice T - Press Your Luck lyrics
rate me[Intro: Ice-T]Yeah, got my nigga J-E-L, Rhyme Poetic Mafia in the houseTired of all niggaz mad-dogging like you might wanna do somethingYeah, I'm right here nigga, Come On![Verse One: Powerlord JEL]Can you deal with my game when I pull your card?It's Do or Die motherfucker, now let's credit discardsCause my Trey-Five-Seven take out your chestAnd if you don't sport a vest then you'll die like the restCause you can't compete, with the Goddamn streetCause the man that wants something, is the one that speaksSo don't press your luck, man don't push me to the maxCause after that, then you was a goner blackIt only takes one twitch, of my itchy twinger fingerAnd out comes the reaper; in the low time sneakersI'll snick you, just to piss on your graveNow raiding brave, but no one can saveJust the Mexican homes ask to play with debtNow if you wanna trip, you can place that betBut I'll make you regret the lifestyle you pickedCause the style that you picked, wasn't worked jack-shit![Interlude #1: Powerlord JEL]If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck!Make your move motherfucker, Come On!If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck!What you're waiting on fool? - Come On!If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck!I'm right here little fucker, Come On!If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck![Verse Two: Ice-T]You hop skip it, but if you flipped you'll dieI don't play kid, nigga don't trip, don't tryDon't even think about maneuver and that take me outYou'll come up missing motherfucker, you're lost one routeIt gets dark in your head, and your chest dump wetYou roll the Ice on your dice and you're lost your betBad mood, you should've been thinking about the niggaz sleeping in shallow gravesBodies stinking cause I kept bad wreck on those who disrespectNo bodyguard, no Kell-bark, believe itI don't like it when you look in my face like thatLike owe the nigga something, better ease on backWhy? - you wanna mess with the buckwild or stick with meYou'll get toe tagged G, of tocsinA big balling nigga bringing drama foolYou ain't learnt yet, then bring your ass to school[Interlude #2: Ice-T]If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck!What you're waiting on nigga? - Come On!If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck!Make your move motherfucker, Come On!If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck!What you're waiting on kid? - Come On!If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck![Verse Three: Powerlord JEL]Enter the darkness, with the most idiotest manThat planned to have his days when the West was slammedCause ain't.. no style wicked like the one I gotAnd there ain't nobody deader than the ones I shotIn the alley, on the block, on the stage with TeeBut when you see, you ain't nothing to criticize meCause the Mexicans had it, now I'm feeling the vibeAnd now I'm dropping on murder and I lam with their tribesCause they're fucking with my funk, that puts them in the trunkRight next to the punks, and another stiff chunkCause they talk so swift, like snakes I can't trust themI rather hit them up, snap back, and go bust themWith all of Locs, cause one number just wrongBut if you're just a little bitch, how can you go on?I couldn't live with the fact, I couldn't freak a trackCold intimidate the fools that call on my backCause they're cruising for a bruising; if they flex againPlus, I know they can't handle the Mexican, Yeah![Interlude #3: Powerlord JEL]If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck!Make your move motherfucker, Come On!If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck!What you're waiting on fool? - Come On!If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck!I'm right here motherfucker, Come On!If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck![Verse Four: Ice-T]Don't step because I will open your headA hot dump to your chest, now your back is all redI told you if you move, you will regret itNow you're looking up at the bloody paramedicYou fucked that up, my .45 is in my waistJust incase, some buster stepped out of his motherfucking faceAll night, I just kicked it in the cornerNiggaz rolled up, tripping (*POP!*) gonersBag them up, sew them up, freeze themAnother mother cries out for no apparent reasonBut the streets ain't nice, to tell the truth, they're whackI hit some brothers with the Peace Sign, they mad-dog backYo, they see me on a TV ShowThey heard I keep out fat role and they want my goalSo I.. locked in on the eyes of a leaderFell my heart beat rise, as he moved for his heaterBut the nigga never pulled as fineCause I already had that Hummer back on mine (YEAH!)[Interlude #4: Ice-T]If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck!Make your move bitch, Come On!If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck!What you're waiting on punk? - Come On!If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck!I'm right here motherfucker, Come On!If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck![Outro: Ice-T]Press your luck!If you're feeling lucky, duck and press your luck!
