Artist: Ice-T
Album: O.G. Original Gangster
Song: Midnight

Midnight chillin' at A.M P.M
Coolin' drinkin' apple juice
In Evil's BM
The sound's up loud
To attract attention
Armor All-ed tires
On a lowered suspension
Nardi to steer with
Alpine deck was glowin'
Bumpin' Big Daddy
And the n***a was definitely flowin'
I was ridin' shotgun
Donald and Hen in back
Look through the tint recognized a jack
Two brothers strolled up
Talkin' 'bout "Get out"
Donald D blazed
Shot one fool thru 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 n***a laid
Hen jumped out
Dropped two nines in his forehead
Evil was bleedin' bad
The car seats were turnin' red
Looked to my left
There were two more carloads
N***as in hats and hoods
In an attack mode
And they hadn't yet begun to fight
E hit the gas
It was one past midnight!