Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Coldest Rap, artist - Ice T.
Date of issue: 18.06.2007
Song language: English
The Coldest Rap |
Some people claim that I’m born to play |
'Cause I’m your Ice-T on a sunny day |
I make the goers come, the leavers stay |
I make the lovers kiss and the workers play |
I make the runners walk, the quiet talk |
I bust so viciously, I make the blind man see |
I’m the ladies' cream, the virgins' wet dream |
I got that kind of movement that makes the young girls fiend |
I’m tired of these DJs going around |
Talking about how they go down to town |
'Cause I’m the best Rapper that you have found |
So all you lovely ladies, let’s party down |
Take all your rapping records, throw them in the trash |
Ice-T is the only brother that you got to blast |
Hook up the stereo, turn up the watts |
We’re gonna rock 'til the niggas call up the cops |
We rock rock y’all with no fear, and |
If you don’t dig it turn off your ears |
We rock rock y’all and keep on, and |
If you don’t dig it take your damn self home |
'Cause I’m a player, the best alive |
I prefer fast money to a Nine-to-Five |
From the womb to the tomb, I run my game |
'Cause I’m cold as ice, and I show no shame |
Well I’m Ice-T, I’m terribly bad |
I’m here to knock out the windows and blow up the pad |
I may be small but I’m willing to say |
I jam this party in one hell of a way |
The powers I got are hard to find |
I’ll be breaking women’s hearts while I’m blowing their minds |
They be giving me money, and buying me things |
But I spend their cash and pawn their rings |
If they treat me right, I’m willing to show |
The coolest young brother they’ll ever know |
But if they do me wrong, I hate to say |
I’ll never teach them how to rock this way |
'Cause back in the thirties when times was hard |
I had a sawed-off shotgun, a marked deck of cards |
A turned up collar, a turned up hat |
A .38 hustle and I stole that |
I walked in the party, there were women for days |
And I started dancing one hell of a way |
I was dancing so hard, couldn’t no one compete |
I turned out the party with my Ice-cold feet |
'Cause I’m a player, that’s all I know |
On a summer day, I play in the snow |
From the womb to the tomb, I run my game |
'Cause I’m cold as ice, and I show no shame |
We’re born to play, and brought up that way |
We catch the women night and day |
And when I want to, I’ll talk to you |
And you’ll become one of the chosen few |
Can’t you see that now I’m me? |
I’m the brother known as Ice-T |
And umm. |
I’m the brother whose like no other |
Whose black in soul but not in color |
You dig the race, and a hit to the case |
When you’re trying to get outta my face |
I’m trying to tell you I’m a brother that’s nice |
I’m sweet as honey, I’m cold as Ice |
But if you say something to me that ain’t too down |
You’ll be picking your booty up off the ground |
You can ask your father, your sister or mother |
I got a Rolls Royce in every color |
I keep my rides tuned to perfection |
I got a Stutz for every direction |
I’m the pimp, the player, the women layer |
The holy dueler, the whorehouse doer |
I just play young whores, slam Cadillac doors |
I’m the black Mack of the heart attack |
But I don’t smoke no whack, I don’t cut no slack |
I’m here to rock y’all, so rock rock |
I’m Ice-T when I dress, I never jive |
I do all my shopping on Rodeo Drive |
When I leave the pad, I’m never loud |
I’m just so sharp, I cut through the crowd |
I got so many clothes in my wardrobe these days |
When I put some in, I got to throw some away |
'Cause I’m a player, some call us Macks |
With private phones in our Cadillacs |
From the womb to the tomb, we run our games |
'Cause we’re cold as ice, and we show no shame |
The ladies say that I’m heaven sent |
'Cause I got more money than the US mint |
I ride Rag-Top Rolls with rocks on my hand |
Maseratis and Mercedes Benz |
I have an ocean liner, private jets |
Bel-Air bookies place my bets |
I own islands off the coast of France |
Now I wear designer shirts and pants |
When I was brought into this world |
My mamma never asked if I was boy or a girl |
First I rolled over to her, and gave her a kiss |
She said: Your daddy don’t rock me like this! |
When the doctor hit me on the behind |
I broke on down with a funky rhyme |
The nurses said, I was awfully cute |
When I played out a joint, in a three piece suit |
Yo yo yo, please, please, please check it out |
'Cause I’m a player, I’m always clean |
I bought a Mercedes Benz when I was seventeen |
From the womb to the tomb, I run my game |
'Cause I’m cold as ice, and I show no shame |
Then I met this madam named Angel Adams (?) |
She said she liked my style |
She said sit down T, let me rap to you, for just a little while |
She was a gravedigger, pulled .38 triggers |
She’s a lady in love and sent from above |
She wasn’t sly, she wasn’t slick |
Just made that money real quick |
She had a way of getting it fast |
It came from dealing in cold cash |
She ran her game with the utmost ease |
To break a player down to his knees |
I said lady, put freeze on that rap, and |
Prepare yourself for a heart attack |
I took her by her hand, I said come with me |
We drove off in my vicious eighty three |
I took her to diner, I took her to the show |
I took her to the Snooty cause she begged me to go |
We got to the room, (?) man after long snaps |
So she shook herself and broke herself came up with a gat |
She went through the door, I didn’t cut no slack |
I had her on the floor, on her stomach, on her back |
I had her on the wall, on the hall and on her knees |
I put her in the hot tub and the water started to freeze |
I took her out the hot tub then I put her on the floor |
She said: «Ooh Ice-T, I can’t take no more» |
I put her in the bed then she looked up in the mirror |
Screamed so loud, I think the East Coast could hear her |
I rolled on my back, I put her on the top |
She said: «Ooh Ice-T, will this ever stop?» |
I said No! |
The freaking has just begun |
We hit fifty more positions before I got done |
When we’ve got finished, it was no longer dark |
We had rocked so hard, made the Snooty Fox bark |
Then she rolled over to me, she looked me in my eye |
And said these words to my surprise |
She said: I tried to catch you, cause I knew I could |
I came here with you, cause I thought I should |
I tried to freak you, cause I thought I could |
But oohh baby, you sure are good |
She said: baby you’re one hell of a man |
Ain’t no better riding than Disney Land |
Now to all you ladies that think you’re fly |
And can out freak the average guy |
Don’t ever come venturing through my door |
I’ll have begging to stop, while you’re screaming for more |
Yo, please check it out |
All the ladies in the house come check it out |
'Cause I’m a player with jewels on every hand |
So deeply in pocket I control demand |
But we all know how I earn my pay |
'Cause you don’t wanna work, when you got to play |
Brothers when you wine and dine a fox |
You don’t take her to McDonalds or to Jack In The Box |
Don’t pick her up, in a bus or a cab |
She needs a black belt chauffeur and a cornice wrap |
You can take her to dine at the finest spot |
Or you take her to a disco that’s really hot |
You can take her home and while you’re all alone |
Don’t forget to disconnect the phone |
You can take her to the bed, you throw back the sheets |
Rock her butt to the rhythm of the beat… |