It's time to start the party if ya'll don't mind
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Me and "E" clean our Adidas with 409
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He rocks the highs,I dog the bass
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Ya wanna hear us rock?
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Here's a taste!!!
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Every day I make a sandwich with ham and cheese
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Use miracle whip,I don't like mayonnaise
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I eat a can of beans,good for my heart
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About 1 a.m.,I always.....
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Far from me to bite anothers rhyme
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They're just too easy to write
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I do'em two at a time
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Like doggin' the wax and ya don't quit
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And if you didn't like that then suck my....
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Dictations how I write my raps
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Cold maxin' with two freaks upon my lap
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Chillin' on the phone,bookin' more def shows
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An' if the freaks get illy I smack the....
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Whole days of my life are spent inside my bed
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Just maxin' an' relaxin' like I'm at club med
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Ya say you like this record,you think it's fun?
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Party people get stupid we just begun!!!
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You're get,get,gettin' real stupid
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As the beat hits your body get ill!!!
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You ain't dumb you paid dollars to party go off!!
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The girl you're dancin' with has got great hips bug out!!
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Go on homeboy and grab her.....
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Tape recorder turn up the bass
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No time to waste just dog the place
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R-R-R-Rocket like a missile in space
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Evil E keeps his 1200s in an anvil case
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We fly T.W.A.,Pan Am,P.S.A
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To places close to home,far away
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L.A.,New York,Detroit,Miami
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If I see a girl and like her then I let her see my....
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Jam rockin's how I got my fame,Ice capital T
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Evil E's his name
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If you can't see who's rockin' you must be blind
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You better clean your gazelles with some 409!!!
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Go Ice get busy [X2]
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Go Evil Get busy [X2]
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Turn up your stereo,equalize treble
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Bass be kickin' stupid hard as metal
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On the mic tonight that's right your rhyme opponent
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M.C. Ice T just microphonin'
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33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute
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This record is def because my heart is in it
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Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight and precise
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Special effects will be created by an editor's splice
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The funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that frontin'
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Bust a move to my groove work your body do somethin'
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No way in the world that you can deny my method
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As my record rotates,my words get more impressive
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I'm an M.C., Evil's my Dj on Sire Records not M.C.A.
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C.B.S.,Capitol,cause they move too slow
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Now Sire/Warner Bros. clocks all the dough
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As the record revolves money's gettin' made
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A.S.C.A.P. pays me every time it's played
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I chill in def leathers pure silks and suede
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And the gold around my neck will never fade
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Down with my Syndicate organized rhyme
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Kickin' def tempos that I design
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And if you can't hear'em thats such a crime
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You better wash your dirty ears with some 409
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I always rhyme elite,stay on beat
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Travel in a posse when I walk the street
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Loved to say my rhymes when I used to max
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Now I don't speak much,I save my words for wax
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I just wanna make a little point in this song
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With a little nonsense we can all get along and on and on
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Till the break'a break of dawn
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This jam will never play out because the grooves too strong
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Guys grab a girl,girls grab a guy
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If a guy wants a guy,please take it outside
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I wanna make ya enjoy yourself
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On the mic tonight Ice T!!Who else?
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Evil's on the cuts,Henry Gee's shot gun
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Islam's my producer,Bambattas son
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Bronx Style Bob's cold watchin' my back
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Melle Mel's just layin' for some punks to act wack
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Grandmaster Caz and Donald D ,Scott La Rock
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Red Alert,Chuck Chill Out
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If you're down with my crew you will be fine
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But if you ill we'll get dirty-bring your 409!!
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[BREAK]
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409......
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