Drama (Hi-Tech remix) аккорды от 
Ice‐t 
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Key: Gb major•
Verse 1
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Cruis in' for a bruisin',
I'm takin' no crap
Pipe bomb in my trunk,
got a nine in my lap
I'm layin' for a sprayin',
tonight there's no playin'
The posse's most strapped tonight,
the crew's weighin'
Dust is burnin',
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the steering wheel's turnin'
I'm out a week, I'm already earnin'
Suckers cross, tonight is their loss
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Payback time, boy, life's the cost
Gauges out the window,
one leg cross the roof
They all die if them suckers
ain't bulletproof
I'm rollin', death tollin',
of course the car's stolen
But I'm blind to what's wrong,
all I want is what's golden
A fool in a fight,
too damn dumb to know right
Fuckin' blue lights,
read them their rights
Drama
Drama
Drama
Drama
I copped an alias,
bailed out in an hour or less
Might keep a bank for that,
don't know about the rest
Popped another piece,
hit the dark streets
Rollin' once again,
fuck the damn police
Called up my boy Joe, a roof job pro
459 on his mind, caught stereos
He said the spot was sleep,
he cased the joint a week
3am on the dot, inside we creep
Scott Alpine's fishes,
JVC's Motorola phones,
Sony color TVs
Had the ride packed up
till we heard freeze
Fuckin' blue lights,
read em' they're right
D#m
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Drama
Drama
Drama
Drama
Four in the morning, lights in my face
That's the time, you know the place
Cup in the room with the
two -way glass
Detects an effect,
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cold dog on my as s
What's your date of birth?
What's your real name?
I stuck to my alias, I know the game
If they don't know who you are,
then they don't know what
you've done
You just makin' this hard on yourself, son
I know this shit by heart,
I'm too clever
Have you ever been arrested before?
Nope, never DA reject all over his face,
you see
No confession, no case
Then my boy started illin',
talkin' and tellin'
Son of a bitch, he was a snitch
DRAMA
DRAMA
Interlude 1
DRAMA
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Verse 2
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Drama Drama
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Under I went, I caught a case and a half
He dropped a mallet then the
judge laughed
Now I'm in the pen zone,
chillin' like a real pro
I can't move till the man says go
I'm a puppet of the big game,
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an institutional thing
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I wouldn't be here if I fed my brain
Got know ledge from school books
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instead of street crooks
Now all I get is penitentiary hard looks
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The joint is like an oven
of caged sheep
You're just a number,
another piece of tough meat
Killers and robbers are all you greet
Axe off, you will get beat
On death row they got their own hot seat
For those who feel
that they are truly elite
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The last thing you see is a priest
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The lights dim, your life ends
Drama.
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