Ziplock

Oh yeahI'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

TI'll never get a

Grammy, so fuck the

GAll I need is crowd, and my

M I CGot a gangster ass

D.J. named

Evil EMy record label's called

Warner BWilliam

Morris is my agency

I'll never go broke,

I got property

Got a dope

Pitbull named

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

Power was two,

Iceberg was three

This one here shipped five hundred

GNow when

I roll, I roll stupid deep

Benz's, Beamers, and boomin'

JeepsI'm always strapped, 'cause my money

I keepYou 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