Ice-T Follow

It's time to start the party if ya'll don't
mindMe and "E" clean our Adidas with 409He rocks the
highs,I dog the bassYa wanna hear us rock?Here's a taste!!!Every day I make a sandwich with
ham and cheeseUse miracle whip,I don't like
mayonnaiseI eat a can of beans,good for my heartAbout 1 a.m.,I always.....Far from me to bite anothers
rhymeThey're just too easy to writeI do'em
two at a timeLike doggin' the wax and ya don't
quitAnd if you didn't like that then suck my....Dictations how I write my rapsCold maxin' with two
freaks upon my lapChillin' on the phone,bookin'
more def showsAn' if the freaks get illy I smack
the....Whole days of my life are spent inside my bedJust maxin' an' relaxin' like I'm at club
medYa say you like this record,you think it's fun?Party people get stupid we just begun!!!(break)You're get,get,gettin' real stupidAs the beat
hits your body get ill!!!You ain't dumb you paid
dollars to party go off!!The girl you're dancin'
with has got great hips bug out!!Go on homeboy and grab
her.....Tape recorder turn up the bassNo time to
waste just dog the placeR-R-R-Rocket like a missile in
spaceEvil E keeps his 1200s in an anvil caseWe fly
T.W.A.,Pan Am,P.S.ATo places close to home,far awayL.A.,New York,Detroit,MiamiIf I see a girl and like her
then I let her see my....Jam rockin's how I got my
fame,Ice capital TEvil E's his nameIf you
can't see who's rockin' you must be blindYou better clean your gazelles with some 409!!!Go Ice
get busy (x2)Go Evil Get busy (X2)Turn up your
stereo,equalize trebleBass be kickin' stupid hard as
metalOn the mic tonight that's right your rhyme
opponentM.C. Ice T just microphonin'33 and 1/3
revolutions per minuteThis record is def because my heart
is in itVocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight and preciseSpecial effects will be created by an editor's spliceThe funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that frontin'Bust a move to my groove work your body do somethin'No way in the world that you can deny my methodAs my
record rotates,my words get more impressiveI'm an
M.C., Evil's my Dj on Sire Records not M.C.A.C.B.S.,Capitol,cause they move too slowNow Sire/Warner
Bros. clocks all the doughAs the record revolves
money's gettin' madeA.S.C.A.P. pays me every
time it's playedI chill in def leathers pure silks
and suedeAnd the gold around my neck will never fadeDown with my Syndicate organized rhymeKickin' def
tempos that I designAnd if you can't hear'em
thats such a crimeYou better wash your dirty ears with
some 409I always rhyme elite,stay on beatTravel in a
posse when I walk the streetLoved to say my rhymes when I
used to maxNow I don't speak much,I save my words for
waxI just wanna make a little point in this songWith
a little nonsense we can all get along and on and onTill
the break'a break of dawnThis jam will never play out
because the grooves too strongGuys grab a girl,girls grab
a guyIf a guy wants a guy,please take it outsideI
wanna make ya enjoy yourselfOn the mic tonight Ice T!!Who
else?Evil's on the cuts,Henry Gee's shot gunIslam's my producer,Bambattas sonBronx Style
Bob's cold watchin' my backMelle Mel's just
layin' for some punks to act wackGrandmaster Caz and
Donald D ,Scott La RockRed Alert,Chuck Chill OutIf
you're down with my crew you will be fineBut if you
ill we'll get dirty-bring your 409!!(BREAK)409......