Yo, what's up, man? I need to get high,
man. I need to get hold of some big -time dope, man.
You know I can get a key?
I know you can get a
LP.
LP, man?
Have you went crazy,
man? I'm talking about some dope, man.
I need to get high right now, man.
Why don't you hook me up with a 5 -0?
I can hook you up with a 12 -inch.
12 -inch, man?
You done went crazy.
You don't even know what time it is.
Out here on the streets, you don't
know what time it is, man.
You's a fool.
Yo, homeboy, you a fool.
You don't know what time it is out here
messing up your mind.
You know what I'm saying?
This is
Ice -T talking to you, boy.
I'ma tell you what time it is.
Yo, it's time for me to
pump off the volume.
No problem, the record's revolving.
Evil's the mixer,
I'm the rap trickster.
Paparazzi's on the
bum rush for pictures.
Ice, cooler, yo, colder than ever.
Punk executioner, he pulls a lever.
Ro tate the wax,
then cut and axe the tracks.
Push up the levels till
the red lights max.
Don't try to size up, you better wise up.
To the rap criminals,
we're on the rise up.
We're sellin' dope till we succeeded
Dope beats and lyrics,
no beepers needed
For this drug deal, I'm the big wheel
The dope I'm sellin',
you don't smoke, you feel
Out on the dance floor,
on my world tour
I'm sellin' dope in each
and every record store
I'm the kingpin when the wax spins
Crack a smack,
I'll take you to a show end
You don't need it,
just throw that stuff away
You wanna get high, let the record play
Aw, man, I like this dope here, man
It's feelin' alright, boy
What'd you say your name was, man?
I'm your mama, I'm your daddy
I'm that nigga in the alley
I'm the brother when you need
A true player to be seen
You know me, I'm your friend
Your main boy at the canteen
It's the
Ice
T
I'm your pusher
I know you're lovin' this drug
As it's comin' out your speakers
Bass through the bottles,
highs through the tweeters
But this bass, you don't need a pipe
Just a tempo to keep you hyped
Groovin' like I see you doin'
Some stupid crack would just
ruin your nat ural high
Why?
That ain't fly,
and anyone who says it is, lies
Move like I knew you would,
like I knew you could
And if you ain't cracked out then I know you
should be able to give me a clap
To match exact with the track,
and since I know you ain't, I expect that
On that it's jam, it's lit,
it's like the ultimate
People are high off dope,
but still physically fit
I'll make a million bucks,
pack my dough in trucks
I'm sellin' dope beats,
dope rhymes, dope cuts
I'll be the biggest dope
dealer in history
Cause all the flour be high off that iced tea
Aw man, you ain't never lied man
This dope is alright man
I got to get back with you man
Let me get your number man
I'm your mama, I'm your daddy
I'm that nigga in the alley
I'm the brother when you need
A true player to emcee
You know me, I'm your friend
Your main boy, I think you're seeing
It's
Ice -T
I'm your pusher
I'll bring it to boil, evilly rock it up
You want in? I don't think
you got enough
Last suckers cross,
syndicate shot him up
Cops found him in the lake, bottom up
I don't play when it comes to my dope
I check my lyrics close,
like with a microscope
I don't clean them up
with no ivory soap
I leave them hard in pure
hope that you can cope
Cause you might
OD if you overdrive
This record tape a
CD because the sound I've
created on this wax
Is like a chemical an d the knowledge
I give makes me invincible
Oh
Mr.
Dope
Man I'm loving you man
You got it going on man
What else you got?
I got some of that
Kumo
D
Oh yeah man I want some of that man
Got some
Dougie
Fresh
Oh give me an ounce of that man
I want that all night long
Got some
Eric
B and
Rakim
Oh that is some real dope right there
Got some of that
LL
Cool
J
Nah, nah man, I don't want none of that man,
you keep that man
Got some
Boogie
Down
Productions
KRS -One
Aw, now you're talking man, come on
Public
Enemy
Yeah, don't stop, don't stop
Biz
Markie
Make the music with your mouth
I'm mama, daddy
I'm that nigga in the alley
I'm that brother when you need
A true player to emcee
You know me, I'm your friend
Your main boy, epic and thin
MC
Ice
T
Call me a pusher
The cops just don't
know what to do
Because my dope breaks through
no matter what they do
My stuff gets the
U kickin' on the boulevard
My tempo's hyped and hard, I don't ask
The ice just bogart
Sire
Records puts me out with
Warner
Brothers' clout
My dope hits the street with no doubt
Evilly adds a cut
Then removes it, is checks for purity
And then approves it, and then you get it
Try it and like it, and if it ain't potent,
we remix it and spike it
To bring you the pure dope,
not a noose and a rope
Cause if you're doing crack,
you're on death row
You're just a toy punk,
then mess with that junk
You want some real dope?
Come look in my trunk
The dope I'm selling is life, 100 % legit
So get real, and try some real hit
Word up, my brother,
you got me high as a kite
I feel good tonight,
Ice -T, man, you alright
I'm your mama, I'm your daddy,
I'm that nigga in the alley
I'm the brother when you need
A true player to emcee
You know me, I'm your friend
You're my boy at the confine
It's an ice team
I'm your pusher
I'm your pusher
