T Ice 409 lyrics

It`s time to start the party if ya`ll don`t mind
Me and `E` clean our Adidas with 409
He rocks the highs I dog the bass
Ya wanna hear us rock?
Here`s a taste!!!

Every day I make a sandwich with ham and cheese
Use miracle whip I don`t like mayonnaise
I eat a can of beans good for my heart
About 1 a.m. I always.....
Far from me to bite anothers rhyme
They`re just too easy to write
I do`em two at a time
Like doggin` the wax and ya don`t quit
And if you didn`t like that then suck my....
Dictations how I write my raps
Cold maxin` with two freaks upon my lap
Chillin` on the phone,bookin` more def shows
An` if the freaks get illy I smack the....
Whole days of my life are spent inside my bed
Just maxin` an` relaxin` like I`m at club med
Ya say you like this record,you think it`s fun?
Party people get stupid we just begun!!!

(break)

You`re get,get,gettin` real stupid
As 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 bass
No time to waste just dog the place
R-R-R-Rocket like a missile in space
Evil E keeps his 1200s in an anvil case
We fly T.W.A.,Pan Am,P.S.A
To places close to home,far away
L.A.,New York,Detroit,Miami
If I see a girl and like her then I let her see my....
Jam rockin`s how I got my fame,Ice capital T
Evil E`s his name
If you can`t see who`s rockin` you must be blind
You better clean your gazelles with some 409!!!

Go Ice get busy (x2)
Go Evil Get busy (X2)

Turn up your stereo,equalize treble
Bass be kickin` stupid hard as metal
On the mic tonight that`s right your rhyme opponent
M.C. Ice T just microphonin`
33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute
This record is def because my heart is in it
Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight and precise
Special effects will be created by an editor`s splice
The 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 method
As my record rotates,my words get more impressive
I`m an M.C., Evil`s my Dj on Sire Records not M.C.A.
C.B.S.,Capitol,cause they move too slow
Now Sire/Warner Bros. clocks all the dough
As the record revolves money`s gettin` made
A.S.C.A.P. pays me every time it`s played
I chill in def leathers pure silks and suede
And the gold around my neck will never fade
Down with my Syndicate organized rhyme
Kickin` def tempos that I design
And if you can`t hear`em thats such a crime
You better wash your dirty ears with some 409

I always rhyme elite,stay on beat
Travel in a posse when I walk the street
Loved to say my rhymes when I used to max
Now I don`t speak much,I save my words for wax
I just wanna make a little point in this song
With a little nonsense we can all get along and on and on
Till the break`a break of dawn
This jam will never play out because the grooves too strong
Guys grab a girl,girls grab a guy
If a guy wants a guy,please take it outside
I wanna make ya enjoy yourself
On the mic tonight Ice T!!Who else?
Evil`s on the cuts,Henry Gee`s shot gun
Islam`s my producer,Bambattas son
Bronx Style Bob`s cold watchin` my back
Melle Mel`s just layin` for some punks to act wack
Grandmaster Caz and Donald D ,Scott La Rock
Red Alert,Chuck Chill Out
If you`re down with my crew you will be fine
But if you ill we`ll get dirty-bring your 409!!

(BREAK)

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