Ice Cube
Ice Cube - Street Fighter songtekst
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Let's get ready to rumblllllle! Ha ha ha ha ha ha hahhhhhh Ah ha ha ha ha ha hahhhhhh So you wanna fight me? Heh, heh heh heh!! HMM! Heh heh heh!! ("We are, we are...") Step into MY arena ("We are, we are...") Yeah nigga! ("We are at war!") Y'all punk-ass ninjas can't wait to see the Ice break Bailin through the hood with my chocolate rice cakes 15 ninjas in a row Jumpin out the bushes with they tae kwon do, yo I jumps in my stance fo' protection Kickin off my coat like "The Chinese Connection" Wah-CHOP~! Watch 'em all drop, you can't stop a heater teach ya get the grasshopper I'm the illest nigga that you ever seen Master of the flying guillotine On with my journey, cops say I need an attorney fo' my celly, hit they ass with my Jim Kelly At the Japanese deli fo' my troop And we all take malt liquor, in our wonton soup Oops as I smell my fork It smells like sweet'n'sour pork They rush me from the left.. and they rush me from the right Here come the chef with the Ginsu knife He wanna take my life, I put that on my momma Insert my ass at Benihana's now Which style will I use this week? Ahhh The "Quicker Blood" technique Here they come, one by one they get done by the chosen one, nigga "Rising Sun" It's 11 to 1, yet no one left Servin these fools in my game of death It seems like we fight everytime we meet I bow when I greet, let's take it to the street Let's get ready to rumblllllle! Let's get ready to rumblllllle! Street Fighter ("Let's get it on") Let's get ready to rumblllllle! ("Let's get it on") Let's get ready to rumblllllle! Street Fighter ("Let's get it on") God damn there's a blind old man on my corner And he could try to get with me, if he wanna CAUSE THEY COME FROM MILES AROUND to try to stop me I just keep bailin with my 40 ounce of sake I got my eyes on ass real steady I'm ready; he pulls out the black machete With my luck, I think I'm stuck It's a quarter to twelve so I pulls out my numchuks Start to workin with style and finesse But the old man's blind so he's not impressed I swing; he hits me with the BOOM PANG PING~! Fallin to the ground I can hear my ears ring He smiles, my neighbor dials 911 Fool don't you know my guillotine weighs a ton You're no match - I throw and I snatch Decapitate his ass - nigga catch! Ahh Many black belts wanna try and snatch a pebble from the mas-ter, but I'm much fas-ter Just ask Bruce Lee Him, and Brandon died, befo' I can who-ride ("We are at war!") ("We are at war!") ("We are, we are...") ("We are at war!") Street Fighter ("We are at war!") (Anyone, who opposes me) ("We are at war!") (will be destroyed) ("We-we, we-we, we-we, we are at war!") I'm breakin everybody down to they very last chromosomes So send your, punk-ass ninjas I mess around and make turtle soup! Do a flip, flop, tuck back on a drum loop Master of the flying guillotine is my chorus I want to kill Chuck Norris And my trigger's the invisible fist Eatin Fatburgers with my chopsticks Doin drivebys with my poison darts That's bamboo, I want to {*censored*} Van Damme too So don't mess around and let me hit you With this killafied Westside jiujitsu HA HA HAH!! SO WHO WANTS TO FIGHT ME~?! Before you come in my house nigga take off your Nikes and bow, and I'll show you how to withstand this cannabis, phantamous praying mantis It's like Chinese arithmetic Cause you never ever thought you'd see the Dragon saggin Life is cheap, I bow when I greet So let's take it to the streets, HAH! ("Let's get it on")