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