Artist: Ice-T Album: Return of the Real (Unreleased Demo Version) Song: Ballin' Bitch I Knew Typed by: cureforlife399@gmail.com [Intro] Mad game she was too damn fly Gotta get that girl, I gotta get that girl Yeah Mad game she was too damn fly Gotta get that girl, I gotta get that girl This is a love song Mad game she was too damn fly Gotta get that girl, I gotta get that girl Mad game she was too damn fly Gotta get that girl, I gotta get that [Verse 1] Sit back and kick it for a minute or two Let me tell you 'bout this ballin' ass bitch I knew No joke, she'd leave a nigga broke quicker than shit Hardcore, she'd leave a motherfucker dyin' for more It was drama when you met her right up till she left Therefore a lot of motherfuckers that met their death No way to figure her out 'cause she was too complex No way to leave her alone because she had mad sex Had a body that could make the hardest nigga weak Talked with her eyes, the homegirl really didn't really have to speak Set ya up like a puppet then she'll blow you away Different nigga, different sucker every fuckin' day Mad game, she could talk like an angel Make it seem so real, the girl had mad skill To make a brother open up and spill his whole program I seen the girl in action and I say 'goddamn' If me and her could role we'd be like Bonnie and Clyde Make a million dollars, buy some fat ass rides Fly around the world and break a mark a day Love it every minute 'cause we'd love to play And this is somethin' that I just had to do I had to get next to, this ballin' bitch I knew (CHORUS) Mad game she was too damn fly Gotta get that girl, I gotta get that girl Mad game she was too damn fly Gotta get that girl, I gotta get that girl This ballin' bitch I knew Mad game she was too damn fly Gotta get that girl, I gotta get that girl Mad game she was too damn fly I gotta get that girl, I gotta get that [Verse 2] Too fly when baby walked or talked She had mad niggas stupid over her from L.A. to New York Strap a nickel twenty-five to her thigh, don't try Quick to catch a body, she pumped shotties I had to have this girl She was the baddest hustlin' apparatus, ass was the fattest, 'damn' I stepped to her in the club and cracked a fly grin, 'what up' Let the games begin I hit her with a overload of high-tech dialect Then it was set, she eyed my Rolex I walked straight through her eyes into her head, 'psshh' Moved some things around, made the bed She looked at me like a slave set free Asked me my name I told her 'Ice T' She said she heard my name in the game Said she heard I got juice, she said she heard I got fame Huh, I gotta watch this expert in gassin', beatin' and breakin' Bustin' and blastin' I took her to her crib in my rag top ac Spot was fat Black leather and chrome to the dome Twenty-fifth floor, leaded glass doors She took me in her room and laid me down on her bed The black widow's web And now I'm thinkin' 'bout what to do With this ballin' bitch I knew (CHORUS) [Verse 3] She came in the bed head first like she was dying of thirst Thought I would burst But this was sexual competition Lift her ass in the air, made my precision incision I beat the pussy up like a Tyson fight While I politely sixty-nined her all night She had erotic super freaky sexy tongue techniques Slipped down beneath, kissed my feet, uh And even though the girl was great I jumped off the pussy, kicked back and watched her masturbate Next day she called me 'the king' Kissed my ring Said I made her hormones sing Then she opened up a closet full of fly men's clothes All my size, couldn't believe my eyes Then she broke into tears Told me how she wanted me near Said she watched my style for years Cracked the safe, there had to be at least a hundred g's And said 'please' Let me be your true, I'll do whatever you want me to I'll hold the world for you, 'right' She kicked the ?? and the choice was me And now I got a down ass gee When we hit this together just like Bonnie and Clyde Made a million dollars, bought some fat ass rides Flew around the world and broke a mark a day Lovin' every minute 'cause we love to play And for me she turned to be this hustler's troop Somehow I got next to, that ballin' bitch I knew [Outro] Mad game she was too damn fly Somehow I got that girl, somehow I got that girl Mad game she was too damn fly Somehow I got that girl, somehow I got that girl This ballin' bitch I knew Mad game she was too damn fly Somehow I got that girl, somehow I got that girl Mad game she was too damn fly Somehow I got that girl, somehow I got that Hustler's dream