Ziplock

Oh yeahI'm back motherfucker,
Ice-T 1991 fool
Told you, you should've killed me last year
Once again
I'm back in the place to be
The I, the
C, the E, the
TI'll never get a
Grammy, so fuck the
GAll I need is crowd, and my
M I CGot a gangster ass
D.J. named
Evil EMy record label's called
Warner BWilliam
Morris is my agency
I'll never go broke,
I got property
Got a dope
Pitbull named
FelonyGot four gold albums, so what you tell'n me?
Power was two,
Iceberg was three
This one here shipped five hundred
GNow when
I roll, I roll stupid deep
Benz's, Beamers, and boomin'
JeepsI'm always strapped, 'cause my money
I keepYou move on the
Ice, and you're goin' to sleep
So when you see me, walkin' down the street
You say, "What's up Ice?"
And 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 pictures, sign a autograph
Kick a little flavor, have some fun and laugh
But step to me wrong, you might get shot
And wind up lookin' outta ziplock