Ice T

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Ice T

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[Hook: Reverse Live + Dirtbag Dan] Ice T wit' that body count, make the body count Hit a body wit' the shotty round, lay the body down (Sippin', sippin', sippin') Ice T wit' that body count, make the bodies count Hit the body wit' the shotty round, lay a body down Ice T wit' that body count, make the body count Hit a body wit' the shotty round, lay the body down (Sippin', sippin', sippin') Ice T wit' that body count, make the bodies count Hit the body wit' the shotty round, lay a body down [Verse 1: Dirtbag Dan] Aye, I let off shots and they screamin' My mama think I'm a demon She up in church, prayin' to Jesus I'm in the street, sendin' people to meet him I got my hand on the nina (yah) Used to mix up the OJ wit' Olde English and fuck that lil' bitch wit' my fingers (fingers) None of my bitches speak English All of my hoes come from overseas Bet that bitch lookin' bad as she roll wit' me (let's go) Pack my bread in the bag like some groceries Keep my dough at the pad like some Boboli You act like a boss - how much weed you got? (c'mon) All of my plugs come from Ichuka They ship that to Japan, now it's Ichiban While I sit back and post at the pizza spot I don't leave the block [Verse 2: Reverse Live] Yuh, pull up in a makeshift Wraith Lacin' your brain, dome shot when the scope lock (ugh) Crushin' the custom rock Bulletproof glass ain't shit that the Pope got, yuh Movin' like creatures who crawled out the toxic from shit that'll whip up the stovetop, yuh Clip from the Sig gon' stick to your rib and hit like a kick, that's some Cro Cop Throw guap and the fetti', throw shot from the Dezzi Pull up in the scraper, then pack 'em out (pack 'em out) We fuck up the odds, we come through yo' block We bustin' them choppers, spin back around (back around) Shots cannot back 'em down You runnin' your mouth, we pop up, now you havin' doubts (huh?) Fuck is all that about? Rockin' the chain that I stole in your face - what'chu mad about? (Mad about, mad about, mad about, mad about...) [Hook: Reverse Live + Dirtbag Dan] I-I-I-I-Ice T wit' that body count, make the body count Hit a body wit' the shotty round, lay the body down (Sippin', sippin', sippin') Ice T wit' that body count, make the bodies count Hit the body wit' the shotty round, lay a body down Ice T wit' that body count, make the body count Hit a body wit' the shotty round, lay the body down (Sippin', sippin', sippin') Ice T wit' that body count, make the bodies count Hit the body wit' the shotty round, lay a body down [Verse 3: Dirtbag Dan] Hit a motherfuckin' body wit' a shotty round (bow) Lay a body down (down) Hit him in the body, he ain't got nobody now (now) Put the bunnies in the pot, now we rock 'em out (yah) Put in work in on the block and we ain't clockin' out [Verse 4: Reverse Live] Yuh, copped me a Phantom, we poppin' out (poppin') Ghost in my garage: that's a haunted house (boo) Day of the Dead when I'm blunted out Tell me this shit, what the fuck is you talkin' 'bout? (bitch) [Verse 5: Dirtbag Dan] I won't fuck wit' lil' bitch 'cause she seem funny (uh-uh) She can kick it, but won't get a thing from me (nah) Trust little honey like I trust a junkie who shows up to score wit' some clean money [Verse 6: Reverse Live] Got the Devil's number in a bathroom stall I was on my break, so I gave him a call Now I levitate and I walk through walls Swung on by V's gettin' dog food off [Verse 7: Dirtbag Dan] What you think I brought the metal for? (bang) I got bands in the van like a metal tour (bands) The gun is enormous If I say I roll wit' the cannon, then it ain't a metaphor (it's not) I got people in low places (goons) Killers wit' no faces Road ragin' Car full of cans in the Caddy deliverin' cold cases [Verse 8: Reverse Live] Drew cartoons on standardized tests Still push new whip, but Dan's is high-tech (skrrt-skrrt) War paint drip, it splash the fly nets I push the new wave, the crashin' tide swept away (yuh, yuh) The late trend, they ask for my necks Everywhere my enemy that Comanche pride bet I whip that work, it crack the Pyrex If they comin' for my funds, I'm flashin' my TEC (My TEC, my TEC, my TEC, my TEC...)

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Credits

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  • Reverse Live
  • Dirtbag Dan
  • Cemetery Chips