Yo, what's up, man? I need to get high, man. I need to get hold of some big time dope, man. You know I can get a key? I know where you can get a LP. LP, man? Have you went crazy, man? I'm talking about some dope, man. I need to get high right now, man. Why don't you hook me up with a 5.0? I can hook you up with a 12-inch. 12-inch, man? You done went crazy. You don't even know what time it is. Out here on the streets, you don't know what time it is, man. You's a fool. Yo, homeboy, you a fool. You don't know what time it is out here messing up your mind. You know what I'm saying? This is Ice-T talking to you, boy. I'm going to tell you what time it is. Yo, it's time for me to pump up the volume. No problem, the record's revolving. Evil's the mixer, I'm the rap trickster. Paparazzi's on the bum rush for pictures. Ice, cooler, you're colder than ever. Punk executioner, he pulls a lever. Rotate the wax, then cut and axe the tracks. Push up the levels till the red lights max. Don't try to size up, you better wise up. To the rap criminals, we're on the rise up. We're selling dope till we succeed it. Dope beats and lyrics, no beepers needed. For this drug deal, I'm the big wheel. The dope I'm selling, you don't smoke, you feel. Out on the dance floor, on my world tour. I'm selling dope in each and every record store. I'm the kingpin when the wax spins. Crack a smack, I'll take you to a show end. You don't need it, just throw that stuff away. You want to get high, let the record play. Oh man, I like this dope here, man. It's feeling alright, boy. What'd you say your name was, man? I'm your mama, I'm your daddy. I'm that nigga in the alley. I'm the brother when you need. A true player, too easy. You know me, I'm your friend. Your main boy, the kingpin. MC Ice T. I'm your pusher. I know you're loving this drug as it's coming out your speakers. Bass through the bottles, highs through the tweeters. But this bass, you don't need a pipe. Just a tempo to keep you hyped. Grooving like I see you doing. Some stupid crack would just ruin your natural high. Why? That ain't fly, and anyone who says it is, lies. Move like I knew you would, like I knew you could. And if you ain't cracked out then, I know you should be able to give me a clap. To match exact with the track, and since I know you ain't, I expect that. On that it's jammed, it's lit, it's like the ultimate. People are high off dope, but still physically fit. I make a million bucks, pack my dough in trucks. I'm selling dope beats, dope rhymes, dope cuts. I'll be the biggest dope dealer in history. Cause all the flour be high off that Ice T. Aw man, you ain't never lied man. This dope is all right man. I got to get back with you man. Let me get your number man. I'm your mama, I'm your daddy. I'm that nigga in the alley. I'm the brother when you need a true player to emcee. You know me, I'm your friend. Your main boy at the convene. It's Ice T. I'm your pusher. I'll bring it to boil, evilly rock it up. You want in? I don't think you got enough. Last suckers cross, syndicate shot him up. Cops found him in the lake, bottom up. I don't play when it comes to my dope. I check my lyrics close, like with a microscope. I don't clean em up with no ivory soap. I leave em hard in pure hope that you can cope. Cause you might OD if you overdrive. This record tape a CD because the sound I've created on this wax is like a chemical. And the knowledge I give makes me invincible. Aw Mr. Dope man, I'm loving you man. You got it going on man. What else you got? I got some of that Kumo D. Aw yeah man, I want some of that man. Got some Dougie Fresh. Aw, give me an ounce of that man. I want that all night long. Got some Eric B. and like him. Aw, that is some real dope right there. Got some of that LL Cool J. Naw, naw man, I don't want none of that man. You keep that man. Got some Boogie Down Productions KRS-One. Aw, now you're talking man, come on. Public Enemy. Yeah, don't stop, don't stop. Biz Markie. Make the music with your mouth, biz. I'm that nigga in the alley. I'm that brother when you need a true player to emcee. You know me, I'm your friend. Your main boy, thick and thin. MC Ice T. I'm your pusher. The cops just don't know what to do. Because my dope breaks through, no matter what they do. My stuff gets to you, kicking on the boulevard. My tempo's hyped and hard, I don't ask. The ice just bogarts. Sire Records puts me out with Warner Brothers' Cloud. My dope hits the street with no doubt. Evilly adds the cut, then removes it. Is checks for purity, and then approves it. And then you get it, try it, and like it. And if it ain't potent, we remix it and spike it. To bring you the pure dope, not a noose and a rope. Cause if you're doing crack, you're on death row. You're just a toy punk, then mess with that junk. You want some real dope, come look in my trunk. The dope I'm selling is life, 100% legit. So get real fool, and try some real hit. Word up my brother, you got me high as a kite. I feel good tonight. Ice-T man, you alright. I'm your mama, I'm your daddy. I'm that nigga in the alley. I'm the brother when you need. A true player to emcee. You know me, I'm your friend. Your main boy at the confine. It's Ice-T. I'm your pusher. I'm your pusher.