Ice T - 409 Lyrics

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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 highsi dog the bass

Ya wanna hear us rock?

Here's a taste!!!

Every day i make a sandwich with ham and cheese

Use miracle whipi don't like mayonnaise

I eat a can of beansgood 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 phonebookin' 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 recordyou think it's fun?

Party people get stupid we just begun!!!

(break)

You're getgetgettin' 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 amp.s.a

To places close to homefar away

L.a.new yorkdetroitmiami

If i see a girl and like her then i let her see my....

Jam rockin's how i got my fameice 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 stereoequalize treble

Bass be kickin' stupid hard as metal

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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 icetempos tight and precise

Special effects will be created by an editor's splice

The funk is in itya 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 rotatesmy words get more impressive

I'm an m.c. evil's my dj on sire records not m.c.a.

C.b.s.capitolcause 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 elitestay 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 muchi 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 girlgirls grab a guy

If a guy wants a guyplease take it outside

I wanna make ya enjoy yourself

On the mic tonight ice t!!who else?

Evil's on the cutshenry gee's shot gun

Islam's my producerbambattas 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 alertchuck chill out

If you're down with my crew you will be fine

But if you ill we'll get dirty-bring your 409!!

(break)

409......

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