Ice-T, nigga, representin', strictly West side, nigga South Central in the muthafuckin' hiddouse Check the technique, nigga Representin' for my real niggas
thrill No pun intended Was raised by the power of Will Like Luke with the Force If push comes to shove Like Kobe in the fourth Ice water in blood I
arent elastic below average d's same time she's fantastic she's the tip of the ice berg im below water, she's a barbie just perfect and flawless lives in topia so care free
fuck you and the glass that you puff on Don't smile in my face, when you see me get the fuck on Dope fiend ass nigga, tryna to get a free check Talkin
live nobody lives Time is money, money is power so I'm sour 22 feelin' like I've wasted every hour Of my life, shoulda been had a million in ice High
you went to school Talkin' 'bout pimp shit, you know whassup I wonder if you mom'll let you play that stuff Now you're flowin' like your name is Water
and take in a little sun Feelin' the breezes of the cool winds blowin' On a mission not knowin' where I'm goin' It's a free day, and I got free time
and feelin the cool breeze Positive vibes in sauce and the melodies Gather my leaves and all my minerals Fix myself a bowl of vegetables Ice cold water
the flame burn go down likkle deeper See me as a fire starter, when i bring a pale a' water, An' we still keep dis fire alive (Ms. Dynamite) Set dem free
you I couldn't stop myself writing a funky rap or two So free your dull-ass mind your funky ass will follow Your funk is watered down, in other words
stay connected by the slang you bustin' Want it simply put? You can't rip me When I spit for the set, everyone free I'ma underground king, nigga Pimp C free
plays for first minute or so of track] [Ghostface Killah] Congratulations, we have refreshments and glass bracelets Avian water's ya choice, put ice
slick gun material Burnt up bodies that rock with no burial Hammers that hardly work, go to work Like a slave on a hot day, with no water Blow you for
bitch Talkin' 'bout dear ghost, you the only nigga I know Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast Guests started mashing, C.V.L, ice water
now we starvin' in the martyring sodom They call it harlem, wordly problems got us at the bottom The earth crisis, and the righteous grab their ice picks
dish, and wanna pick a plate Thinkin' I'ma fold under pressure, y'all wanna see me break Had these niggaz skating on ice, doing a figure eight Twelve
'ma break the hands of the man who wrote your shit We take minks off backs Them grime niggas in clubs that make niggas walk With them bodyguard cats, I'm glad I'm free
the woolrich Blowin sticky green grass, that'll sit me on my ass Wit a mean sports coupe with 160 on the dash So what I got a Rollie, and it got a lotta ice
