Ice-T

[fox69]

"Reckless (12")"
(feat. The Glove, Dave Storrs)

"Reckless (12")"
(feat. The Glove, Dave Storrs)


[Intro]

Hey, boy!

[Verse 1]

Once upon a time a DJ's task
Was just to play records, what more could you ask?
But then came remixes, scratching and cuts
Which was too much for many, drove some DJ's nuts
But the DJ named Glove has reigned supreme
As the turntable wizard of the hip-hop scene
So listen to him, check him out, but remember this
When The Glove's on the wheels of steel he's Reckless

[Verse 2]

This high-powered music is truly unique
As The Glove cuts the rhythm to the hip-hop beat
He moves like a madman as he spins his disc
He's the number one scratcher on the DJ list, he's Reckless

[Verse 3]

Now I've seen DJ's, too many to name
Some gained recognition and even fame
But when you talk of MC's, Ice-T is the best
And when you talk of DJ's, forget the rest, Glove's Reckless

[Verse 4]

So listen very closely as The Glove throws down
He cuts like a razor to the big beat sound
Dave's layin' down a groove that we know you'll like
With The Glove on the turntables and Ice-T on the mic, we're Reckless

[Verse 5]

So listen to the music, let your mind feel free
Realize you're with the master G-L-O-V-E
Dave and MC Ice-T, you know you're with the best
Because when we're in the mix you know the groove is fresh
and Reckless, Reckless, Reck-Reck-Re-Reckless

 

[fox69]

"Repossession"
(feat. Mark Live, Smoothe Da Hustler, Trigger Tha Gambler)

"Repossession"
(feat. Mark Live, Smoothe Da Hustler, Trigger Tha Gambler)


[Intro: Ice-T]
This is SMG
Yo niggaz, what the fuck is up?
It's real, it's going down
East Coast/West Coast is in your motherfucking face
Tired of you fagot ass niggaz running around reacting like you know what time it is
This is S.M.G bitch
Sex, Money and Guns baby, for real, yeah
Smoothe Da Hustler, Trigger Tha Gambler, Iceberg, Mark Live, Deuce Fever
Brooklyn's in the house nigga, Bronx's in the house nigga
Queen's in the house nigga, Westside's in the motherfucking house!
YEAH, all you pussy ass motherfuckers;
What happened to Gangster Rap? - Y'all forgot about it?
Yeah, niggas is up in here, taking your bitches
Grab your motherfucking gun now, nigga
This is going down motherfucker, WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!

[Smoothe Da Hustler]
Yo, they say Hustler bust for the fuck of it
Fuck it, I will cuff it
Rough it up something disgusting, it's nothing
I brutalize, black the blue eyes, smack the crew of guys
Accidental suicide, you decide
If you the crew lasts then utilize
Nigga utilize to live away from that crew of eyes
Black do the wise, if they act too surprise, and they sat through the lights
For the cheese they slab you a five, and wrap you alive

[Trigger Tha Gambler]
Plus, we leave up, fifties on faces when we rip mics
Take the bottom of the gun dog, just so we can grip tight
We're on our own, seven forties nigga, we don't miss flights
When we flow like water, we're so cold, we can piss ice
Weave the shit, pounds of bricks, up in that Benz rise
Snatch your money bags for the heights, doing hits on bikes
With bitches that's harder than dicks on dikes
I'm living in hell ever since I pull the fifth of Crikes

[Ice-T]
You niggaz make me notice; you're lying every time you're talking
Dreaming about your days of thieving, talking about the shit you did
Bragging on bids, you was a bitch kid, homo thug
Never moved drugs, never cocked back, never touched crack
In anyway; make me piss bitch, we don't feel shit
Time to end this, I started as the Pimp of Pretense
Cashed out; with most of my niggaz caught a Life Sentence
I kicked game; and Gangster Rapping was invented

[Mark Live]
This shit is so big (SHIT IS SO BIG!!) [Expolsion]
Look, massive attack (YEAH!!)
I moved the city with sex in it, Tex in it (SKIRTS!!)
No batteries included (BREAK YOUR FACE!!)
See, no batteries included, don't make us go and prove it (FAGOT!!)
Exclusive (UHH!!) S.M.G shit, you heard it first (YEAH!!)
Now listen, look, learn a verse (WATTS SHUT UP!!)
My whole clan is; Pakistan types
Killers, with head raps plus murder raps

[Chorus: Smoothe Da Hustler & Trigger Tha Gambler]
It's repossessional
Everybody freeze, hit the floor, nothing personal
But we gotta survive; it's repossessional
Everybody freeze, hit the floor, nothing personal
But we gotta survive; don't tuck this shit for talking
You'll catch big lift quick, maggots eat shit
We're the wrong clique to beef with
Die choking where you rift at, gun smoking when I hit back
Blood clots where you drip at, take a block where you sit at

[Mark Live]
Yo, they're some bond niggaz, look, killers identity sick
Believe this or unbelieve you're warned (you've been warned nigga)
As top news at nine, COME ON!! (Channel Five!!)
This terror alert don't take us likely
It's night time kids, no time to react (UHH!!)
So stay the fuck back (BAAW!) fall the fuck back (BAAW!)
Insomniacs, we stay walking
We stay creeping, Keith-men, stay stalking

[Smoothe Da Hustler]
Nigga imagine coming out for Dolo
Pressing up your records with your re-up money
Instead of busting out my polo; or new kicks in a new chain
This is a new game where a few things that do change
I'm up in this page, especially when it's finished the lade
We got juice, we get it played the minute it's made
I'll let the gun talk to end your charades
Pop a hole in whatever you gassed up, to end your parade nigga

[Trigger Tha Gambler]
I'm floating like planes over clouds, destination a million miles
Flying over concerts, got a million in the crowd
Got women screaming loud for the Macks and Dons
Keep a sack of tram, model bitches on my lap and arm
Flipping keys, gun is squeezed, ninety eight or ninety five
Window down, feel the breeze, Bitch from Queens and Philippines
Heavy armed, hundred shot, magazine
Quick to clap a fiend for the lack of green
Take your block, mack the scene

[Ice-T]
I can stand in these Gators
Work so hard, they need it haters
See me live in the club menu, swimming with bitches, my shit is wicked
Brass gets evicted, Into-tech I'm quick to lick it (BLAW!!)
Never listen to biscuits, of vibe bitches
Dime pieces, platinum thesis, have you niggaz premature ejaculating
Keep waiting and hating, we're just demonstrating what it looks (LIKE!!)
Sounds (LIKE!!) ~ smells (LIKE!!) ~ feels (LIKE!!)
Nigga what real is like

[Chorus: Smoothe Da Hustler & Trigger Tha Gambler]

 

[fox69]

"Retaliation"

"Retaliation"


[Intro: Ice-T]
Every year the same shit happens
More fuckin' funerals, dead homies
Niggas out here killin' each other
I don't know why
And when it happens to you
just can't turn the other fuckin' cheek
Gotta get back for your dead niggas
Yeah I'm caught up to

[Ice-T]
Sometimes I sit and wonder
how many motherfuckers gonna die this summer
Gunshots from the hummer
Now the sawed-off riot pumps lead across your beds
They said: "Mama, less you wouldn't strike back"
mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then puts us to hell
They started it, there's no way to mend it, we'll end it
My crew'll hit the matresses, G.O.D.
Father style - all prepared to get buckwild
Half my niggas ball, other half ain't got it all
They stay up at nights waitin' on a combat call
Drinkin' hard liquor, smokin' mad loop and shit
So high, sometimes I even gotta load they clips
I ain't mad at them though, they dumps the ammo
in you, suspend you in here, hell yeah
It's the time that the real niggas live for retaliation
Move on 'em, show, improve on 'em
All you punk bitches just stand back and watch
Me, I'm oilin' up the Heckler & Gotch
I gots no love, for them busters, who put the work in
I can still see my fuckin' boys' body jerkin'
I ran over to him, put my hand on his chest
Hole like an apple in the side of his neck
His eyes glanced up, his body jerked once more
There's nothin' else to do but to go to war
Slide the hollow-tips in the chrome four-four
Roll down the windows, hang the heat out the door
Catch all the fuckin' bodies that I can tonight
Double-back on your bitch crew, broad daylight

[Chorus: Ice-T]
There's no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets
Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your leak
Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friend?
Could you keep your cool, would the wounds mend?
If I said "peace", I'll be a motherfuckin' liar
("I'm lettin' off until my arms tired" - [cut and scratched]) Retaliation

[Ice-T]
Been packin' straps so long I gots some permanent bruise in my leg
Better that than dead
Now it's time to show you what I'm trained for in this
Rally up the wolfpack-attack relentless
Make ya understand it was the wrong crew ya fuck with
Now it's on bitches, guys are darker than shit
You musta not a known when you fuckin' hit that day
Or maybe you di, you're dyin' anyway
And not just you, some of your family
To tell you the truth any fuckin' body we see
You might just wanna turn yourself into me
To save your hood pain of my crews' treachery
You fucked up, we know who you are, where ya live
We got your place ran up to a cop on the tick
We'll hit your block so hard, you'll swear it was an earthquake
Squeeze off the fully-auto, make your whole crib shake
I know you're breathin' hard, livin' on your last day
Or maybe, you're laughin', thinkin' that you got away
I don't give a fuck, I won't sleep
Till one of us lays me and my nigga
That's the fear of these triggers
If ya smart, ya probably make a break out of state
We'll just snatch your kid, grab your fuckin' bitch and wait
I'll catch ya down South, lay your ass out straight
There's no where to run, it's time to meet your make
You got one chance, arm your whole damn crew
I couldn't stop my fuckin' niggas if I wanted to

[Chorus: Ice-T]
There's no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets
Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your leak
Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friend?
Could you keep your cool, would the wounds mend?
If I said "peace", I'll be a motherfuckin' liar
("I'm lettin' off until my arms tired" - [cut and scratched])
Retaliation

("Lettin' off until my arms tired" - [cut and scratched])

 

[fox69]

"Return Of The Real"

"Return Of The Real"


Yo, what's up with all these niggas
On these muthafuckin records talkin all this bullshit
(Man, I don't know about these niggas out here
Them other sucker-ass niggas, them old fake-ass bitches)
I ain't tryin to hear that shit, man
These bitches ain't players, man
(Yeah man
You know these niggas out here been fakin for years, man
I'm glad my nigga Ice comin with that HP shit
That high-powered shit..)

[ VERSE 1 ]
Peace to my street niggas movin that weight
Much love to my comrads who's out in upstate
Mad connections from the bottom to the top of the game
Street fame, I got much that's in touch with my name
Got a overload of guns to unload on a lame nigga trippin
Wake up my posse, interrup the Rùmy-sippin
Four in your back and keep bailin
Listen to the HK wailin and your vital signs failin
Everyone that ever met me knows
I work bitches like niggas, pimp niggas like hoes
Command a mack that's immaculate, your girl's naked
You think she ain't been hit, kid yo, you best to check it
For ten years I been connected to the top of this
Hold your breath, kid, I'm never droppin this
Too busy rollin off them fat chrome rims
And niggas who trip get sung hymns
We crash clubs and security shits
Cause they know they got size but they know we keep clips
Crazy muthafuckas lickin shots in doors
Leavin suckers' bodies bleedin over nightclub floors
You don't want none, son, stay gone
Break north when I come and you might live long
Yeah, my face kickin treble, you're just a pebble
You're gettin rocked, yo E, cock the glock
And let these niggas know, yo, that the west don't play none
Fire shoots out of my strap like a ray-gun
You broke ill and you cold fucked up
Now you're bleedin through your fingers while you're holdin your gut
For real

[ CHORUS ]
So get your money how you want to, friend
But when it's time to count the chips only the real will win
(Return of the real) the game of life is only fake and true
But it's all about the dollars when the day is through

[ Hot Dollar ]
(Cause the pimps don't get no bigger
Than these here niggas)

It's the return of the real

(These muthafuckas best to get to recognize
Before I gets to chastizin
Cause see, the shit all ties in
It's just some of that pimp, player, hustler shit
Ice-T been around for a while now
Nigga was gangbangin when gangbangin wasn't even cool, nigga
What you know about that shit?)

[ VERSE 2 ]
I go deep into the street life's anatomy
A nigga take me out - yo, what a upset that'd be
And if I fall I fall on cushions, ???
Hittin niggas up with the Tec and watch the blood gushin
I see your videos, a 100 niggas in it you don't know
Framed in the lens, bought friends
Who really got your back, nigga, check it out
You really possess like zero street clout (think about)
The only place you're safe is in the studio
Yellin in the mic, you'se a bitch, that's right
I take a nigga like you and make him prostitute cute
So what you got a gun, punk, you're scared to shoot
You front hardcore, but I don't feel ya
Kids from my hood'll take your punk ass and peel ya
Let me check my Rolex quick because time's money
Squintin from the Pavet face because it's kinda sunny
Skinnin the top back, flossin the rag and the thing
Feelin the sun, backin off of my pinky ring
Hittin the 'Shaw with my niggas and clown
Lift the ass, hit the switch, raise the front off the ground
But most of the time you can't see a nigga
Deep in the archives parlayin new ways to get my bank bigger

[ CHORUS ]

[ Hot Dollar ]
(As I slides up out the do'
Gots to give a special props shout out to that nigga the O.G.
Got muthfuckin Red in the house
[Name] and the muthafuckin ringleader of funk, DJ Ace
Hot Dollar's up in this muthafucka
If you didn't know
Count your muthafuckin blessings and handcuff your hoe
You know what I'm sayin?
It's all good for my hood
Comp-town in the muthafuckin house
Nigga don't know well I tell ya like this
West Hollywood Hills
That's the deal, fool
You know I know the rules..)

 

[fox69]

"Ricochet"

"Ricochet"


[intro]
Yeah,Syndicate's in the house
Yeah,Geto Boys in the house
Yeah,Donald D's in the house
Yeah,Body count's in the house
Yeah,Zulu Nation's in the house
Yeah,Ice T's in the house,yeah

[verse one]

You go on and on and you don't stop
Got sticky sneakers from the blood of a shot cop
Belt and a club,I'm leaving tracks on the white rug
Punk tried to rif and he met double-live slugs
I ain't the nigger to step to
I'm catching bodies and the next one could be you
Quick on the trigger,yo,I'm a gravedigger
Drop off a a body and deep six'em in the river
A nice talking psychopath
All cops hunt the black male in a skimask
But I'm too damn clever
Will they ever catch me,never
Because I operate in and out of state
Move at a quick rate
And never hesitate to take a chump sucker down
And my H-K it holds 80 rounds
So when you move be careful and don't play
And watch for the ricochet

Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah [x8]

[verse two]

So shut up motherfuckers as I laid the ink
When I'm in Detroit,niggers fight in mink
When I'm in Chicago,motherfuckers get buck wild
When I'm up in Oakland
Niggers rolling in huge piles
In Atlanta,niggers crash you doors
When I'm in Philly,it's a sold out tour
In L.A.,I max out real hard
When I'm in New York,I bill with the Gods
So don't try to deny me my proper juice
E.cuts the records and the yellow nigger gets loose
No static,just much respect
Truck my Rolex when I cruise the projects
A fly brother that is hard to figure
I punch hos and I smack up niggers
Because I'm a pimp and a player
Sometimes I bum hip-hop,the other times slayer
You don't like it
Well stay out of my fucking way
Duck for the gunshot and watch to the ricochet

Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah [x3]

C'mon yeah [x7]

[verse three]

Yo D.,what's up?,suckers is popping lip
Grab the H-K and the dum-dum clip and spread out
I'm putting punk's heads out
Doors is shut,there's no chance to get out
I got the motherfucking side with bi clocks
Raise the auto-loader and let off the buckshot

[Sounds of gunfire]

That's how I like to do work

[Gunfire again]

Got guts on my T-shirt
Motherfuckers tried to play the ice
Because I rhyme smooth
And on T.V. act nice
Saw,that's what you shouldn't have said
Now I'm so mad I'm busting veins in my forehead
You want to get off,come on let's rock
But have your safety off,and your shit cocked
Because when I come to get that ass
I'll leave your whole block filled with hot brass
So punk,don't make me pop my trunk
Show you my amps and my Mossberg pump
Because when I pull it most niggers run
Fool niggers stay and get hit by the ricochet

Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah [x8]

[verse four]

Niggers want to know about me and the......
We squashed that shit with me and him about a year ago
But there's a new rule starting tonight
Dis'me on a record,see me bite
Because in a daze,you saw a battle of mics

[sounds of gunfire]

I'm using gages and flashlights
Ease back and don't give me no feedback
Yo,"Ice cool out",yo,fuck that
I'm hot,I'm putting niggers in cots
Some get knocked out,some just get shot
Where did I get all the juice I used
Gotta posse full of brothers with nothing to lose
Some just got out,some will never
Some beat the cases 'cause their lawyer was clever
I love'em all and they know that's true
So they won't blink while they doing a punk like you
Freeze motherfucker
Get on your knees,hands behind you back
Bow your heads,if you will please
I'll swing my axe,watch the bodies fall
Watch your head roll off like volleyball
So all you motherfuckers down with the fly guy
Look me in the face,like you're strong when you walk by
And all you punk niggers talking shit
Step to the side,bow your head like a bitch
I don't play,you'll get hit by the ricochet

You'll get hit by the ricochet
You'll get hit by the ricochet

Yeah

 

[fox69]

"Ridin' Low"
(feat. Feddi de Marco)

"Ridin' Low"
(feat. Feddi de Marco)


[Intro:]
[Feddi] Ohhh! Uhh.. Yeah!!
[Ice-T] It's going down, baby
[Feddi] It feels good, man
[Ice-T] Feddi De Marco
[Feddi] Uhh.. stop feeling different music, man
[Ice-T] Uhh.. Iceberg, kid
[Feddi] I'm Cali' tipping, man
[Ice-T] Yeah!
[Feddi] Uhh, just get by the mic and just start..
[Ice-T] Yo Feddi, how you're riding, baby?

[Verse 1: Feddi De Marco]
Uhha, I'm in a Starburst 64 riding low
On them gold Daytonas and I'm sliding slow
You ain't nothing like me, so what you're eying me for?
That bitch you're with looking, keep your eye in your whore
It's all about Feddi, when the Chevy raised
With a bitch on the blade, to keep me heavy paid
Black seven trey, blue bandanna
Dipped in search, looking for jewels like it's owned by Santayana
Great pounds down the zones and a bag of grand zag
Raw ounce and; I'm sure bouncing, yeah, forty ounce
And liquor pour like water fountains
For all the late night body counting
This nigga got the urge and the tendency
To do with me, seventeen upwards in a key (Damn!)
With my blood, bitch I'm sleeping with the enemy (Shit!)
I call that bomb pussy off the Hennessey
Differ the mode, same old shit
You're slipping, who hit you? - the same old bitch
She caught pimping, when I'm flipping cocaine bricks
More bounce to the ounce that gold frame lifts so..

[Chorus #1: Ice-T]
I'm in that Bentley GT riding low
Twenty four CTCs and I'm sliding slow
You ain't nothing like me, so what you're eying me for?
That bitch you're with looking, keep your eye in your whore

[Chorus #2: Feddi De Marco]
I'm in a Starburst 64 riding low
On them gold Daytonas and I'm sliding slow
You ain't nothing like me, so what you're eying me for?
That bitch you're with looking, keep your eye in your whore

[Verse 2: Feddi De Marco]
Living in a Coupe De West, gotta keep a sniff in the vest
Cause you can't [?] on the stretch
Rotten Khaki and Denim, Fuck! them excellent mats
I got bitches, the ones who blow the whistles the best (OHHH!)
Yes, I keep the heels clicking, til I get a meal ticket
Bitch can't get nothing from feel different, real pimping
Banging Notorious, ablution nigga, who shot you?
No! it's more like who killed you nigga?

[Verse 3: Ice-T]
I don't know why, but I'm so damn fly
Why you're staring at my whips nigga, they're easy to buy
Put your bitch out on the corner, pop her ass in the air
Get her head game cracking, but you're probably care (So)
I'm; a BullGuard gripped the wood grain hard
Baby, ride with my niggaz like we're still in the yard
Gangsters, Bloods and Crips, all about my chips
My Continental is so low that it scrapes in the dips (UHH!)

[Chorus #1: Ice-T]

[Chorus #2: Feddi De Marco]

[Verse 4: Ice-T]
You can't see me, can't touch me – don't bother
I bust nuts back in the eighties, probably your father
Everything I ride is low, dropped to the ground
Ask your bitch about me, tightest nigga in town
I park treys in my front yard, riding the grass
Light up your whole block, drop the ass
I pressure gates, fool, convertible roof
Nowadays, catch me in that Bentley coupe
I love looking out my tint, at you haters on the curb
Punk ass, get your weight up, get some crack and serve
I might swerve into another lane, fucking with my Navy
Cops can't pull me over, cause I never touched the Cavi'
Iceberg, I roll rims through the suburbs
You hear shots, that's Feddi and Watts
Straight pimping baby, play the whole bubble for real
Y'all simping, while I'm twisting on my GT wheel

[Chorus #1: Ice-T]

[Chorus #2: Feddi De Marco]

[Ice-T]
Ohh! yo, Feddi my nigga, let me ride that four, man
I feel like tickling them switches man

[Feddi] There's no problem
[Ice-T] Yeah, nigga
[Feddi] It's behind that Range, nigga
[Ice-T] Yeah, you know you can roll, nigga
[Feddi] I know that
[Ice-T] Throw me them keys, here you go
[Feddi] That's right
[Ice-T] Easy on the dips, my shit is low baby
[Feddi] I know nigga, you don't do shit nigga, I got you

 

[fox69]

"Sex"

"Sex"


Sex I the morning,sex at night,sex in the afternoon's alright
Ain't a man on earth,that can stay alive
Without a .....sex drive

Sex [x4]

I was in a contest to rock the world
First prize was a virgin young girl
For four days I was up on the mic
All sucker MC's were on the bite
Bittin' my rhymes,stealin' my style
I rocked so hard,it wasn't true
I won the virgin girl,and her MAMA too

Sex [x4]

When I'm upon the microphone
All the fly young ladies want a take me home
When the party's over,take me to their house
Throw me in the bed,know what we're talkin' about?
Then they say,"Ice-T you are the best
I love your eyes
Your things,your chest
You put all my lovers to shame
I can't remember my boyfriends name
You made me feel all hot and wet
The way you move I can't forget
I came,I came,I came again it felt so good I told my friends
You can have my cars,my jewels,my wealth
I love you more than I love myself
After tonight fulfilled I'll be
No hundred men could match ICE-T

Sex [x4]

Then she turn out the lights,throw back the sheets
And then our two hot bodies meet
And all at once she felt the thrill
The caress of the best,the Ice-T chill
Start with her tongue upon the back of my leg
She didn't stop till I hollered screamed and begged
Then she rolled me over,took me to the stage
Like in the nasty book where you tore out the page

Sex [x4]

I put it in their blouse
In their brain their little panties that their boyfriend saw
I put it in their mini skirt and up their thigh
Deep,deep girls,I wanna make you cry
I move it in and out,know what I'm talkin' about
Then around your neck until you show respect
Then on your cheek until I reach my peak
Then in your mouth girl,no joke,I'll take it out
Don't want to see you choke
I'll run it down your back,might cause a heart attack
I'll put it in your butt until I get enough
And then I'll take it out and put it in my pants
'Cause I fuck with the beat,the only way to dance

Sex [x4]

 

[fox69]

"Shut Up, Be Happy"
(feat. Jello Biafra)

"Shut Up, Be Happy"
(feat. Jello Biafra)


We interrupt this program with a special bulletin:
America is now under marshall law.
All constitutional rights have been suspended.
Stay in your homes.
Do not attempt to contact love ones, insurance agent or attorney.
Shut up.
Do not attempt to think or depression may accure.
Stay in your homes.
Curfew is at 7 PM sharp after work.
Anyone gaught outside of gates of their suveillance sectors after curfew
will be shot.
Remain calm, do not panic.
Your neighborhood watchofficer will be by to collect urine examples in
the morning.
Anyone gaught intefering with the collection of urine examples will be
shot.
Stay in your homes, remain calm.
The number one enemy of progress is question.
National security is more important than individual will.
All port broadcasts will proceed as normal.
No more than two people may gather anywhere without promission.
Use only the drugs described by your boss or supervisor.
Shut up, be happy.
Obey all orders without question.
The comformental mandor is now mandatory.
Be happy.
At last everything is done for you.

 

[fox69]

"So Fly"
(with Black Silver)

"So Fly"
(with Black Silver)


[Intro: Ice-T]
Awww man, sometimes I just..
I just say to myself man; why am I this God, man? (I'm so fly!)
I can't help it baby, no matter what I do, man (I'm so fly!)
Everything just comes for real, man
Just makes it ~ just happens, man (I'm so fly!)
There I go; just so fly

[Verse 1: Ice-T]
Sometimes I kick back and take a look at my drawer
I wish I had a brand new collection of clothes
But I don't, so I crease up my Khakis again
Scrub off my air ones and I'm back in the wane
I might go, and take a little trip to the mall
Ain't got no money but I might knock a bitch at the mall
It ain't about your chain, it's about your game
I slide up on a shorty, and I spell her my name
She liked the scent, a fresh went to green breath mint
And play out at the way, the baby's back was bent
She told me: She was a whore, if I was a pimp
I told her: Get down with it, get down with it then!

[Chorus: Ice-T]
I'm so fly - I truly can't help myself
I got everything on earth player except for the wealth
I'm so fly - I get up every morning and say
Goddamn! I'm a lucky man to feel this way
I'm so fly - Born with it, always had
I guess I gotta give a lot of props to my dad
I'm so fly - Number one on the haters mind
Take a number bitch nigga, hit the back of the line

[Verse 2: Ice-T]
Now I used to carry guns and I lock your block
Nowadays, I shoot guns on my new XBOX
Eat some cereal, and some Ice corn milk
Kick off my gators, maybe lay back and chill
I don't like the phone, cause the phone is always drama
My homies always wanna go to war like Osama
I tell a man kick back, please don't trip
I try to explain it, when I be tying my clip
So uhh.. I keep it cool, dude, check out some Youtube
Throw on my IPod groove tube; to some old tunes
I can't help it, that's how I was made
I'm O.G. - baby like great Kool-Aid

[Chorus: Ice-T]

[Verse 3: Ice-T]
I listen to these cats everyday on BET
I know they wish like hell in their hearts they could me
I roll Caddy, drop top, with the Chrome frame
I'm riding slow while you're mashing in the fast lane
Ain't no rush cousin
I'm owning Gold Daytonas and my pump is Cushion®
You thought the fuck it wasn't?
You're with that high price whore, getting your pockets crease
I'm down at Popeyes with my bitch in a three piece
I'm so fly, everything I do
And the one thing I don't do is ever wish I was you
I'm so fly, and so fly is my crew
IceBerg baby, I'm so sure you knew

[Chorus: Ice-T]

 

[fox69]

"Somebody Gotta Do It (Pimpin' Ain't Easy!!!)"

"Somebody Gotta Do It (Pimpin' Ain't Easy!!!)"


My lifestyles crazy,I'm luxury lazy
So much gold that jewelry don't phase me
Coroless phone,eight or nine homes
Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones
Bank account boomin',fast lane zoomin'
Known around the world for my high post groomin'
Mac like a preacher,love like a teacher
Got a girl who lives in Paris
When I want her I beep her
Too many clothes,gotta rag top rolls
1.000 Watt system and my speakers are bose
I kick it like a champ,I throught you knew it
But pimpin' ain't easy

But somebody gotta do it

My thumbs are tired just from countin' cash
No more room in my diamond stash
Filin' my nails is such a tirin' task
Gold knobs on my benzo dash
Five freaks just to comb my hair
Monograms on my underwear
Bodyguards around so please don't dare
You're takin' a chance if you just stop and stare
Livin' my life is just so hard to do
Makin' deals a million one or two
Buyin' new cars for my entire crew
Matching Ferraris,E's black,mine's blue
Can't swin a lap in my pool because it's just too long
Could never go broke because my banks too strong
No matter what I do I simply can't go wrong
And I'll make money,I don't need this damn song

But somebody's gotta do it

When I walk in a joint,punks always look at me hard
Because I wear enough gold to tie a dog in a yard
Cold maxin' in my mansion so big it's silly
Got a butler named Humphry and a maid named Milly
Mink sheets on my bed,that's what I said
Gourmet chefs in my kitchem so that I can get fed
So tired of sailin' on my boat I might just Helicopter
To my jet and catch a midnight flight
So many girls in my book,it weighs a tom
Gotta leave the damn country just to have some fun
Private suite at the track to watch the ponies run
And there ain't nothin' in the word
That me an "E" ain't done

But somedody gotta do it