Oh yeah I'm back motherfucker, Ice-T 1991 fool Told you, you should've killed me last year Once again I'm back in the place to be The I, the C, the E, the T I'll never get a Grammy, so fuck the G All I need is crowd, and my M I C Got a gangster ass D.J. named Evil E My record label's called Warner B William Morris is my agency I'll never go broke, I got property Got a dope Pitbull named Felony Got four gold albums, so what you tell'n me? Power was two, Iceberg was three This one here shipped five hundred G Now when I roll, I roll stupid deep Benz's, Beamers, and boomin' Jeeps I'm always strapped, 'cause my money I keep You move on the Ice, and you're goin' to sleep So when you see me, walkin' down the street You say, "What's up Ice?" And I say, "Peace!" You give me a dap, I give you one back 'Cause I ain't souped, so forget about that We might take a pictures, sign a autograph Kick a little flavor, have some fun and laugh But step to me wrong, you might get shot And wind up lookin' outta ziplock © RHYME SYNDICATE MUSIC; POLYGRAM INT'L MUSIC PUBG GROUP; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com