Here - there is no light Here - there is no hope Here - no birds sing To be cursed a thousand times Down here... Here - the flowers rot Here - the shadows
, rraah, like a dungeon dragon Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin' I said I'm sick with the flow, stick a dick in ya hoe Make them shut down
Yo, yo, what's up, this is MC Ice T I'm here to kick off the M.V.P.S for the 90's You know I'm talkin' about my most valuable player Buddies, ya, know
the horns back in, yeah This is black super hero music right here baby, American Gangsta Takin' flight, comin' to a town near you Soon as I touch down
me I'm never alone. Should time should bring me fame or a touch of bling (Imagine that, getting paid to sing). Keep your cars, cigars and frosted drinks Without you here
. Open the book of my vanishing memory, With its catalogue of regrets. Stand up for the deeds I did, and those I didn't do. Sit down, shut up, think about
Arms go up and legs go down How it looks so perfect I don't know With the snowflakes all around It feels like heaven's reaching down To tell us here on
It's five o'clock this morning and the sun is on the rise There's frosting on the window pane and sorrow in your eyes The stars are fading quietly, the
trunk now Then ya hold ya breath 'cause I'm a flood this town The ass scream my say goodbye right here Neighbors on the lawn like Nelly ride right here
me here ya, uh oh South side one time let me here ya, uh oh East side on time let me here ya, uh oh West side on time let me here ya, uh oh What, that
talking 'bout me and you Had this bitch bragging Sauce had his tongue between my thighs lally-gaggin' Huh, could you imagine Shaking your tail just like a dragon? Here
yo azz out doz nigga brang yo azz out doz [Verse 5] It was this fly guy ? named frosted flakes You should tramp on the hill, down by each lake See
ni**ers touched Fuck it ama fill em up Man will turkey ni**ers ama get them ni**ers stuffed When its dinner time, and we let them spinners frost Pass it over here
with the funky bilenge Yeah that's the nombre, heard the homey Peace to Mellow and Frost, and the deportee Sen Dog is not kid from the Telano I'm down
blanket of white He's got everything shining on a full moon night He's got kids of all ages, clowning around Building snow forts and knocking them down He's got frost
