Ziplock

Oh yeah

I'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 T

I'll never get a Grammy, so fuck the G

All I need is crowd, and my M I C

Got a gangster ass D.J. named Evil E

My record label's called Warner B

William Morris is my agency

I'll never go broke, I got property

Got a dope Pitbull named Felony

Got four gold albums, so what you tell'n me?

Power was two, Iceberg was three

This one here shipped five hundred G

Now when I roll, I roll stupid deep

Benz's, Beamers, and boomin' Jeeps

I'm always strapped, 'cause my money I keep

You 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