Ice T - 409 Lyrics
Its time to start the party if yall dont mindMe and e clean our adidas with 409He rocks the highs,i dog the bassYa wanna hear us rock?Heres a taste!!!Every day I make a sandwich with ham and cheeseUse miracle whip,i dont like mayonnaiseI eat a can of beans,good for my heartAbout 1 a.m.,i always.....Far from me to bite anothers rhymeTheyre just too easy to writeI doem two at a timeLike doggin the wax and ya dont quitAnd if you didnt like that then suck my....Dictations how I write my rapsCold maxin with two freaks upon my lapChillin on the phone,bookin more def showsAn if the freaks get illy I smack the....Whole days of my life are spent inside my bedJust maxin an relaxin like Im at club medYa say you like this record,you think its fun?Party people get stupid we just begun!!!(break)Youre get,get,gettin real stupidAs the beat hits your body get ill!!!You aint dumb you paid dollars to party go off!!The girl youre dancin with has got great hips bug out!!Go on homeboy and grab her.....Tape recorder turn up the bassNo time to waste just dog the placeR-r-r-rocket like a missile in spaceEvil e keeps his 1200s in an anvil caseWe fly t.w.a.,pan am,p.s.aTo places close to home,far awayL.a.,new york,detroit,miamiIf I see a girl and like her then I let her see my....Jam rockins how I got my fame,ice capital tEvil es his nameIf you cant see whos rockin you must be blindYou better clean your gazelles with some 409!!!Go ice get busy (x2)Go evil get busy (x2)Turn up your stereo,equalize trebleBass be kickin stupid hard as metalOn the mic tonight thats right your rhyme opponentM.c. ice t just microphonin33 and 1/3 revolutions per minuteThis record is def because my heart is in itVocals laid by the ice,tempos tight and preciseSpecial effects will be created by an editors spliceThe funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that frontinBust a move to my groove work your body do somethinNo way in the world that you can deny my methodAs my record rotates,my words get more impressiveIm an m.c., evils my dj on sire records not m.c.a.C.b.s.,capitol,cause they move too slowNow sire/warner bros. clocks all the doughAs the record revolves moneys gettin madeA.s.c.a.p. pays me every time its playedI chill in def leathers pure silks and suedeAnd the gold around my neck will never fadeDown with my syndicate organized rhymeKickin def tempos that I designAnd if you cant hearem thats such a crimeYou better wash your dirty ears with some 409I always rhyme elite,stay on beatTravel in a posse when I walk the streetLoved to say my rhymes when I used to maxNow I dont speak much,i save my words for waxI just wanna make a little point in this songWith a little nonsense we can all get along and on and onTill the breaka break of dawnThis jam will never play out because the grooves too strongGuys grab a girl,girls grab a guyIf a guy wants a guy,please take it outsideI wanna make ya enjoy yourselfOn the mic tonight ice t!!who else?Evils on the cuts,henry gees shot gunIslams my producer,bambattas sonBronx style bobs cold watchin my backMelle mels just layin for some punks to act wackGrandmaster caz and donald d ,scott la rockRed alert,chuck chill outIf youre down with my crew you will be fineBut if you ill well get dirty-bring your 409!!(break)409......
