and then me wash me the tub Mi put on me trousers then me put on my shirt Pick up me boot and then mi clean off the the dirt Put on my crown my jacket
: Yo, VIP, Let's kick it! Ice Ice Baby Ice Ice Baby All right stop Collaborate and listen Ice is back with my brand new invention Something grabs
gotta run and hide, yellin' Compton, but you moved to Riverside. So don't front, MC Ren, cuz I remember when you drove a B 2-10. Broke as a mothafuckin' joke. Let you on the scene
hand-piece throbbin Slice mics precise on down to ice carvings [Chorus x2] [Verse Two: Inspector Deck] Yo I set the mic in flames, bomb like fighter planes MC
screen, Bill Gates dreams But it seems you'd rather see me in jail with state greens Want me off the scene fast, but good things last like your favorite MC
alright Woahhh [Verse 3:] I'm the freshest muthafucka on the scene, A grand on the jeans sitting on some ice cream, I represent New york, big city of dreams, where we ride on
feat. Militia) Yeah, Militia All-Star [??], first up Me? I'm Mr. Tan Rippin' the Sounds, Organized Rhymes Check it out [Mr. Tan] I make this scene here
Dot went Bang Let's Go.. yo yo yo aiyyo FIYAH on the government, FIYAH pon Babylon FIYAH pon this corrupted land on which we walkin on Ice grills melt
the big beat sound Dave's layin' down a groove that we know you'll like With The Glove on the turntables and Ice-T on the mic, we're Reckless
'd probably give her my knee Cause she put up with too many games not to have her a ring Man she almost cried when she seen me on TV on BET Just making
, black, like Grandpa's hair line I'm from the ghetto, I will never ever let go Always had a def show from the get go [WW] Hold up, wait, let me jump on the scene
no, platinum big-headed rapper That don't realize there's two directions on the ladder You wanna go 'head, walk straight, walk good Don't blame your sales on
on me, I blew but I'm the same ol' G People warn me, when you're on top there's envy Took my niggas out the hood but you doubt on us Sayin' we left the
to you Lebron niggas, We them barbeque, front and back lawn niggas, Summer Jam, throw your ass offstage Akon niggas, We drink Kool Aid with the ice on
hide Yellin' Compton, but you moved to Riverside So don't front, MC Ren 'Cuz I remember when you drove a B 2-10 Broke as a mothafuckin' joke Let you on the scene
away pleas Fools got me too fucked up thinking snaps grow on trees Ain't no government given away free cheese And the bitch going through anything that floss on
fiends hit 16 on the rhyme scene Keep it off the meter, rub it wit the dark caesar Blow like ether, grim like the phucking reaper When I act out, mc'
?s alright, woah Haters I'm the freshest motherfucker On the scene A grand on the jeans Sittin' on some ice creams I represent New York Big city of dreams Where we ride on
