Midnight Songtext
von Ice‐T

Wassup, Iceberg?
Yo, baby, what′s happenin' Randymack, how you doin′, man?
Oh, man, I'm just loungin', man, I′m trippin′
Off you bustin' this dope album and shit, man
You like how this goin′ down man?
I like the way this shit is goin' down, but check this out, G
You got to kick some of that ol′ rough six in the mornin' type shit
You know what I′m sayin'?

Yeah, back to the O.G., you know what I'm sayin′?
But let me tell you what you gon′, need homie
You gon' need a crazy stupid fly slammin′ beat
Oh, yo, I got that, holmes
Well, check this out, what about some of them
Ol' criminal gangsta, old-school stories?
Man, you know I got millions of them, homeboy
Yeah, OK
But I don′t wanna call it six in the mornin', man
What you gon′ call it, homie?


Midnight chillin' in A.M. P.M
Coolin' drinkin′ apple juice, in Evil′s B.M
The sounds up loud to attract attention
Armor all tires on a lowered suspension

The Nardi to steer with, Alpine deck was glowin'
Bumpin′ Big Daddy, the nigga was definitely flowin'
I was ridin′ shotgun, Donald and Hen in back
Looked through the tint, recognized a jack

Two brothers strolled up, talkin' ′bout get out
Donald, he blazed shot one fool through his fuckin' mouth
Why would they step, when they know we're strapped
I never cruise L.A. without a gat in my lap

The other fool shot, caught the E in the shoulder blade
I busted through the car door, that′s where the nigga laid
Hen jumped out, dropped two nines in his forehead
Evil was bleedin′ bad, the car seats was turnin' red

Looked to my left, there were two more carloads
Niggas in hats and hoods, and in attack mode
And they hadn′t yet begun to fight
E hit the gas, it was one past midnight


Listen to my nine-millimeter go bang
Take you on a walk through hell
South Central
Yo, E, drive, drive, man, drive, man
Fuck it, just get the fuck outta here, man
Listen to my nine-millimeter go bang

We boned down Vernon, made a right on Normandie
Left on Florence, jettin' through the E.T.T.′s
Spun out on Vermont, made a left on Colden
Right on Hoover, "E, where we goin'?"
He didn′t even answer that
Checked the rearview, they was still out back
Where were these brothers from? What make these brothers come?
Bang! Our back window was removed by a shotgun

Now Hen-G was shot, Don caught a ricochet
These motherfuckers was ill, they didn't come to play
Bust a right turn, parked and then we got left
Hid in the bushes, shot the gas, faked a fake death
But would this really keep them psyched?
Three of us bleedin', it was ten past midnight

Listen to my nine-millimeter go bang
Midnight, time for a homicide
South Central
Come on, man, y′all bleedin′ bad, man
You got to keep up, man, we can't stop here
Listen to my nine-millimeter go bang

I really didn′t like how this shit was goin' down
Wrong night, wrong time, wrong fuckin′ part of town
You see, we was deep in the Hoover's hood
Three niggas bleedin′, that shit don't look good

See over there red, don't go
Some places red′s all they know
But not our luck, tonight we was real fucked
Broke down a alley, and we instantly had to duck

Fuckin′ police on a gang sweep
No time to deal with one time, so we had to creep
Broke through a back yard, ran through a vacant lot
E, Hen, and Don kept up to be some niggas shot

Shit was gettin' crazy so I had to get busy
Hen was bleedin′ worse, and Evil was gettin' dizzy
Looked in a parkin′ lot, I needed a snatch bar
Had to hotwire, so I moved on an old car

It was a bucket, but fuck it, it had to do
Started it up, and scooped my whole crew
Two blocks later we saw a fuckin' blue light
The pigs were behind us, it was half past midnight

Listen to my nine-millimeter go bang
Take you on a walk through hell
South Central
Y′all just lay down on the floor of this car, man
Fuck the police, man, I'ma handle this
Listen to my nine-millimeter go bang

When they pulled us over, shit got worse
I waited until they got out, and then I hit reverse
Fucked them up, I seen one cop fall
Threw it in gear, yo, I'm outta here y′all
Don′t know how, but somehow we got away
Lost the jackers, the cops dumped the G.T.A
Made it back to the hood, fixed the crew up
And even though Evil's car blew up

We made it home and then I crashed out
Thinkin′ 'bout my all-night death bout
Then somethin′ woke me up from my dark sleep
The sound of fuckin' police, when they′re tryin' to creep
Broke through my door with no goddamn warnin'
Looked at my watch, it was six in the mornin′