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Ice-t - 409 Şarkı Sözleri
Ice-t
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it´s time to start the party if ya´ll don´t mind me and "e" clean our adidas with 409 he rocks the highs,i dog the bass ya wanna hear us rock? here´s a taste!!!
every day i make a sandwich with ham and cheese use miracle whip,i don´t like mayonnaise i eat a can of beans,good for my heart about 1 a.m.,i always..... far from me to bite anothers rhyme they´re just too easy to write i do´em two at a time like doggin´ the wax and ya don´t quit and if you didn´t like that then suck my.... dictations how i write my raps cold maxin´ with two freaks upon my lap chillin´ on the phone,bookin´ more def shows an´ if the freaks get illy i smack the.... whole days of my life are spent inside my bed just maxin´ an´ relaxin´ like i´m at club med ya say you like this record,you think it´s fun? party people get stupid we just begun!!!
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you´re get,get,gettin´ real stupid as the beat hits your body get ill!!! you ain´t dumb you paid dollars to party go off!! the girl you´re dancin´ with has got great hips bug out!! go on homeboy and grab her..... tape recorder turn up the bass no time to waste just dog the place r-r-r-rocket like a missile in space evil e keeps his 1200s in an anvil case we fly t.w.a.,pan am,p.s.a to places close to home,far away l.a.,new york,detroit,miami if i see a girl and like her then i let her see my.... jam rockin´s how i got my fame,ice capital t evil e´s his name if you can´t see who´s rockin´ you must be blind you better clean your gazelles with some 409!!!
go ice get busy (x2) go evil get busy (x2)
turn up your stereo,equalize treble bass be kickin´ stupid hard as metal on the mic tonight that´s right your rhyme opponent m.c. ice t just microphonin´ 33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute this record is def because my heart is in it vocals laid by the ice,tempos tight and precise special effects will be created by an editor´s splice the funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that frontin´ bust a move to my groove work your body do somethin´ no way in the world that you can deny my method as my record rotates,my words get more impressive i´m an m.c., evil´s my dj on sire records not m.c.a. c.b.s.,capitol,cause they move too slow now sire/warner bros. clocks all the dough as the record revolves money´s gettin´ made a.s.c.a.p. pays me every time it´s played i chill in def leathers pure silks and suede and the gold around my neck will never fade down with my syndicate organized rhyme kickin´ def tempos that i design and if you can´t hear´em thats such a crime you better wash your dirty ears with some 409
i always rhyme elite,stay on beat travel in a posse when i walk the street loved to say my rhymes when i used to max now i don´t speak much,i save my words for wax i just wanna make a little point in this song with a little nonsense we can all get along and on and on till the break´a break of dawn this jam will never play out because the grooves too strong guys grab a girl,girls grab a guy if a guy wants a guy,please take it outside i wanna make ya enjoy yourself on the mic tonight ice t!!who else? evil´s on the cuts,henry gee´s shot gun islam´s my producer,bambattas son bronx style bob´s cold watchin´ my back melle mel´s just layin´ for some punks to act wack grandmaster caz and donald d,scott la rock red alert,chuck chill out if you´re down with my crew you will be fine but if you ill we´ll get dirty-bring your 409!!
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409......
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