Bouncin' Down The Strezeet (Explicit) - ICE-T/Mr Wesside/Powerlord Jell/Hot Dolla

Yeah Ice-T up in here boy

Got my man Hot Dolla in the house

You know what I'm saying

J-E-L Rhyme Poetic Mafia up in here

Got Mr Wesside in the place

You know what I'm saying

Straight lace hustlers in the house

Yo Wesside tell them how you do it baby

Drinking up my Alpine

18-inch bolt gauge

Bumping up jealous niggaz on my mind

It's my cash my dollars my paper

Just hit the lick now

Suckers wanna pull capers

What you think all my gats is for

But ain't got no Rottweilers by the door

Bring your a** on in friend

Then counting my currency

Til call you sleep out of the blue twenty

Mac 90s mind on my money

Still trying to f**k that b**ch in Aqua

Out the bally cause I used to love ya

My bunny is acting funny but f**k you b**ch

Bouncing on these b**ches

Like eighteen switches

Side to side front three-wheel motion

Sedan De Ville sliding like lotion

Out of the Central

Upping to the hills with my kinfolks

Niggaz gonna be bouncing down the Street-zy

To this beat-zy with the heat-zy

Another deize-y

With your dough money

Dose money money rose on your dome

Moving on Chrome and gold

Ni**a I can't loose

Just I ooze up and down these tracks

Cause the booth has got me feeling

Like the rat pack

In the killing to the ceiling with my height

Off lights with no direction

From the rep like Comp-town section

A fear from my complexion

A fear from my erection

So they put me in corrections

It's life in effect

The fact I'm trapped in my existence

But even from my thousand yard distance

I'm seeing right through you

With that mad dog glance

With that gangster's dance

So we can sag them pants

Come take a chance

Would you like to dance in the infra-red drip like

(*Gun Shots*)

And 100 Spokes and don't make me loke

It's Hots-to-the-Dolla baby ain't no joke

You plus my bank is poke

So I got to make a statement

I'm on my third strike

I'm rolling on the bike

I'm asking all you niggaz

What that Comp-town like

Before I gots to pull a fire for that N Y

Niggaz gonna be bouncing down the Street-zy

To this beat-zy with the heat-zy another deize-y

With your dough money dose money money rose on your dome

Moving on Chrome and gold

Man the Ese's rolling sh*t I know what's up

I'm cold heading back streets

And ripping gangster cuts

Ohh yes; I floss daily f**k our represent

And straight show keeps my Ds on a hot cement

And I'll tell your dealer Cali' ain't no joke

Cause that smog on the West Coast is Indo smoke

So don't slip for a second

And get played like a whore

Ohh don't make me bust in Pac-sive mode

I enroll mad legal making mass appeal

And you can ask anybody if my clique pack steel

Cause no matter where I flow brothers pay the cost

And that's why they're gonna tell you

That I can't be toast

Man you didn't know my music

Didn't know my skin

But you can win

Listen to the the Mexicans

So don't talk about me

Cause I'll work you son

But the crazy thing about it

I won't be needing my guns

Niggaz gonna be bouncing down the Street-zy

To this beat-zy with the heat-zy another deize-y

With your dough money dose money

Money rose on your dome

Moving on Chrome and gold

Busters can't even see the Ice

As I flex this

You couldn't afford the Benz

So you had to buy the Lexus

But how them pillars over fans

That I ride on the weekend

Lock me up

Watch my custom drive

Shaft vans square dumps in my trunk

Lick it once watch my front end fly

As I skate on by

On them five twenties money

Titanium Scrape Plate

Rock the a** like you blocked up

Show Nuff

I got the cute trunk

Hooked up with four pumps in the middle

Hit your corner looking like a damn tricycle

Hit the pancake

Let the butter late on the drown

And get on out the ride and clown

With my homies on the corner

In South Central California

You couldn't get more real if you wanna

I'm gonna let you know that when I froze

Just don't trip on gauze

Front seat for my homies

Back seat for the whores

Niggaz gonna be bouncing down the Street-zy

To this beat-zy with the heat-zy another deize-y

With your dough money dose money

Money rose on your dome

Moving on Chrome and gold