Freestyle/Zip-lock lyrics

by

Ice-T


* originally performed in Montreux, Switzerland 1995

[Intro: Trigger Tha Gambler, M.O.P.]
COME ON SWITZERLAND!! JUMP!! JUMP!!
COME ON!! JUMP!! EVERYBODY JUMP!!
EVERYBODY JUMP!! EVERYBODY JUMP!!
EVERYBODY LET ME HEAR YOU SAY YEAH!! (YEAH!!)
SAY HELL YEAH!! (YELL YEAH!!)
SAY HELL MOTHERf*ckING YEAH!! (HELL MOTHERf*ckING YEAH!!)
NOW, SCREAM!! (AWWWWWWWWWW!!)
SWITZERLAND!! (AWWWWWWWWWW!!)
COME ON SCREAM!! (AWWWWWWWWWW!!)
Yo T, let's do this sh*t baby, dog

[Verse One: Ice-T]
Is it new year God? I'm coming back mad hard
Moving harder than a convict with a shack in the yard
New Jacks wanna hear me rap, begging for freestyle skills
I've served so many rappers, I can make a land field, fool
You've doubt for a mic dude, the Ice is a jewel
f*ck rules, I got more pool than a mule
Matter of fact, you never comprehend the styles I sin
I keep breaking to annihilate fakes and teens
The Yellow n*gga from the Westside cheered, I peel libs
What praying that you do, yo when I all ready did
Like your girl gotta admit she was a sexy b*tch
But I hit it with the Jimmy so my nuts don't itch
So just check as I pore for the mic core
THE n*ggAZ!! THE n*ggA!! THE n*ggA!!
Six ounces, squeeze the trigger
For you hardcore motherf*ckers that's been dying for.. this gangster sh*t
Time to squab and rob and fight, hit til you through
I got a strain in my brain like pain
But n*ggas sucking up my sh*t like I'm some crack cocaine
To you white kids, you better watch your head
As you popping down the street by these words I said
[Break: Trigger Tha Gambler, M.O.P.]
MONTREUX MAKE SOME GODDAMN NOISE!!
YEAH!! COME ON!! UHH!!
GET THEM UP Y'ALL!! YEAH!!
COME ON MAN, LET'S RIP THIS sh*t!!
RIP THIS sh*t UP!!

[Verse Two: Ice-T]
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 f*ck the G
All I need is crowd, and a M-I-C
Got a gangster ass DJ named Evil-E
My record label's called Warner B
William Morris is my agent
I'll never go broke, I got property
Got a dope pitbull named Felony
Got four gold albums, so what you're telling me?
Power was two, Iceberg was three
This one here shipped five hundred G
Now when I roll, I roll stupid deep
Benz's, Bemers, and booming Jeeps
I'm always strapped, cause my money I keep
You move on the Ice, and you're going to sleep
But when you see me walking down the street
You say, "What's up Ice?" -- what would 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 picture or sign an autograph
Kick a little flavor to have some fun and laugh
But step to me wrong, you might get shot
And wind up looking out a ziplock!!!
[Outro]
YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!
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