Ziplock - Ice T

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 DJ 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

Benzes, Beemers, and boomin' Jeeps

I’m always strapped

Cause my money I keep

You move on the Ice

And you’re goin' to sleep

But 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 pictures

Sign an autograph

Kick a little flavor

Have some fun and laugh

But step to me wrong

You might get shot

And wind up lookin' out a ziploc