move Get up and dance, g-g-get up and dance Move your body, b-b-body No, nobody stop, everybody move Get up and dance, g-g-get up and dance Move your
it eyes No, you ain't, man No, you ain't come A brother think you've got back up But you really don't You know why I wouldn't even hit you with my fist
killing fields Escape the killing fields Escape the killing fields Here we go I'm movin' off death row You gotta keep up hops You can't be slow 'Cause
Let me tell ya a little story 'bout my homeboy Ed Use to drink every day, straight 40's to the head You try to snap on him, he'd ask what you said You
the urban experience and struggle But to make things more plain and simple to the laymen I find Ice-T to be the dopest, flyist, O.G. pimp hustler, gangster
strangle I eat Guardian Angels And toy emcees With their names on the front page I bury in shallow graves I don't rap to girls on my L.P. I don't beg
won't sing you no love song, you either love me Or you don't, you're either rollin' tonight or you won't She likes the style, 'cause it don't bullshit
Yo nigga your moma got two feet growin' out of titties Bitch fell down and kept runnin' Off to the studio late night It's time to cut another track It
want, so you don't have to ask me Just lay back an' I'll operate Jimbraski will go to work an' penetrate An' then we'll both feel great Make your move tonight, girl, don't
" Nose in the air,turnin' you down But you don't,you keep frontin' When all that's really on your mind is what? Kickin' conversation,ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' "Yo baby L.G
get hurt I'm crazy mad but my fans want autographs I turn my angry frowns into fake laughs I can't be rude 'cause they wouldn't understand I ain't human
Left on Florence, gettin' through the E.T.G.'s Spun out on Vermont, made a left on Colden Right on Hoover, E where we goin'? He didn't even answer that
ain't how much you say It's what you say I got no fuckin' time on the mic to play I write rhymes with addition and algebra Mental geometry don't even
O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G
with a sawed off One hundred ten degrees, ice don't get soft 'Cause I'm hard as they come, I come correct You can't handle the vandal hit eject If not
my rhymes with blood upon a butcher knife You say, "The Ice is ill", an' ill I am They try to ban my shit and I don't give a damn Roll up, your eye will
mind, see the point of the ice pick I stand tall, while my brothers still choose to crawl Black power, it's in effect you all, but you don't understand
Damn right, I'm a nigga and I don't care what you are 'Cause I'm a capital N-I-double-G-E-R Black people might get mad 'cause they don't see That they
