🎵 New Jack Hustler (Ice-T Cover) // by G. Twilight

1 ContributorNew Jack Hustler (Ice-T Cover) Lyrics [Verse 1] Not the New Jack era, but I’m still a New Jack hustler Cause I come from the real New Jack muthafucka Stack cake layers, I’ont care if you don’t like me I’m a street player, I got ice cubes in my ice tea I’m cool calm, collected and shit A gentleman, but I’m disrespectful bout my chips ‘Criminal Intent’, no law and order A big eighth and jell caps, I can fill ya order We don’t call em’ babies, in Detroit we call it cuties Turn the white to green attract the big booty cutie New Jack thе soft Grams? I’m shavin' em’ off Then I’m loungin' downtown in a Greentown loft I think I’m Butch Jones, I think I’m Lеroy Fiends like the girl but they crazy bout that boy '89 and '90? I'm bringin' it back Big bad boy, Bobby it's smack Cheesy ‘Craft all the way to Chedah Mile Do it big this that ‘91 style See we call these things bricks, but what's that about? Put em’ up all together it won’t build a house Choppers clap ya house if you tell on me These wicked Detroit streets got a spell on me I’m cool, but I’m crazy Dumb and oh so lazy The cheap shot that you took at me? Didn’t even graze me Sippin' uncle nearest, plottin' my next move ‘Errol Flynn’ in they face, that's the way to groove Respect my words like it came from Leviticus or Deuteronomy Motor city madness nothin’ but killas around me Ain’t no pity in this city Yeah it gets real gritty Oh, we known for that doo-wa-ditty Cartier and Gavanci, hard to pronounce I can get it cause my dope got bounce to the ounce Sommerset Mall, pocket full of dough Hit the strip club, but I ain't thowin’ no dough Yeah I use to do it, but that was befo' Got laced wit’ some game and now I know Plus I know a whole bunch strippers, they in love wit’ me You give her all yo money, she give it to me But enough about me Welcome to the ‘D’ Ain't no limit when it comes to this ‘ghetto d’ That's how it is, it's been this way Only for a short time, but crime does pay George Clinton came here wit’ the Parliament ‘Errol Flynns’ at the concert robbin' and shit Makin' everybody get down like James Brown On the floor at Cobo Hall give up ya wallet now ‘20/20 Boys’ and the ‘Gouhleys’? they combined Became the best friends, shivers down ya spine I heard you do crack Welcome to New Jack Ain't no steppin’ without weapon in the city, don’t lack [Hook] New Jack, New Jack, New Jack, hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack, h-h-h-hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack, hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack, h-h-h-hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack, hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack, h-h-h-hustler [Verse 2] From east to west, from west to east In Detroit, Michigan ain’t never been peace Even back in the day, when niggas was still down south Italians was puttin’ guns in each other’s mouths That was then, Zerilli, Tocco, Giacalone But now, niggas pushin' crack New Jack homie Let it rain let it drip Ain't no Bloods, ain’t no Crips But it's still some greedy niggas, clockin’ them chips New Jack Hustlers, hungry like a hog The ‘Ponies’ and ‘The Inc’, yeah they got that dog But if you really want that hard though Gotta go to a rock house, Yo-Yo and Marlowe C.M.B., the Chambers Boys Gunners guard the spots, automatic toys Tracy Camilla Johns, we was all crushin' on her Wishin' we was the one fuckin' on her Uniqua? Ouuuh, that ass make you wanna grab it New Jack dick? She's got to have it Because of a beautiful woman, yo mama gon' grieve A female the reason Rockin’ Reg killed Freaky Steve Reggie killed Steve over female Went to prison, prolly never heard from that female Before White Boy Rick got sentenced to life He snitched Johnny in the feds then started seein’ his wife Big Ed Hansard was thowin’ down His name was ringin' all through the Motor Town He ran off wit’ some keys from Maserati Rick Cause he had a new plug in L.A. named Freeway Rick Trynna finesse the plug, that's how he play the shit Got Contra ‘caine, so why should he pay shit? But still havin’ all kinda whips, all kinda jewelry Mazi ain’t like the disrespect, it filled him wit’ fury Rick plug was Demetris, he was a different type of thug Wore a suit and tie every day but he'll pump you wit’ slugs Used the Fat Man's Colombian connect to maneuver wit’ drugs Eddie Jackson used to be Larry Hoover’s plug Maserati Rick and ‘D’? They wasn't havin' that shit Pulled up on Eddie and they both started clappin' shit Detroit Police asked Ed in his hospital bed, who shot him and shit But Ed said "Nah, when I heal I got this!" Stitched up, healed up went on the hunt wit’ Lodrick Eventually on West Seven Mile, that's where they got Rick [Hook] New Jack, New Jack, New Jack, hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack, h-h-h-hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack, hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack, h-h-h-hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack, hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack, h-h-h-hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack, hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack, h-h-h-hustler [Bridge] Detroit, Detroit, Detroit, Detroit Detroit, Detroit, Detroit, Detroit Detroit, Detroit, Detroit, Detroit Detroit, Detroit, Detroit, Detroit [Hook] New Jack, New Jack, New Jack, hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack, h-h-h-hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack, hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack, h-h-h-hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack, hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack, h-h-h-hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack, hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack, h-h-h-hustler