Ice-T - I'm your pusher

INTRO: (Yo what's up, man, i need to get high, man I need to get hold of some big time dope, man You know where i can get a key?) I know where you can get a LP (LP, man? Have you went crazy, man? I'm talkin' bout some dope, man I need to get high right now, man Why don't you hook me up with a five-0?) I can hook you up with a 12" (12", man? You done went crazy? You don't even know what time it is Out here on the streets And don't know what time it is Man, you'se a fool!) Yo homeboy, YOU a fool YOU don't know what time it is out here Messin' up you mind, you know what i'm sayin'? This is Ice-T talkin' to you, boy I'm a tell you what TIME it is.. Yo, it's time for me to pump the volume No problem, the record's revolvin' Evil's the mixer, I'm the rap trixster Paparazzis on the bumrush for pictures Ice, coolin', yo colder than ever Punk executioner E pull the 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 a rise up We're sellin' dope till we succeeded Dope beats and lyrics, no beepers needed For this drug deal, I'm the big wheel The dope I'm sellin', you don't smoke, you feel Out on the dancefloor, on my world tour I'm sellin' dope in each and every record store I'm the kingpin when the wax spins Crack or smack will take you to a sure end You don't need it, just throw that stuff away You wanna get high? Let the record play (Aww man, i like this dope here, man It's feelin' alright, boy What you say your name was, man?) CHORUS: I'm your momma, i'm your daddy I'm that nigga in the alley I'm the brother When you need a true playa to receive You know me, i'm your friend You may more than you think MC Ice-T I'm your pusher I know you're lovin' this drug As it's comin' out your speakers Base thru the bottoms Highs thru the tweeters But this base you don't need a pipe Just a tempo to keep your hype Groovin' like I see you doin' 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 that you ain't, I expect that Oh now this jam is lit, it's like the ultimate People high off dope but still physically fit I'll make a million bucks, pack my dough in trucks I'm sellin' dope beats, dope rhymes, dope cuts I'll be the biggest dope dealer in history Because all the fly will be high off that Ice-T (Aww man, you ain't never lied, man This dope is alright, man I got to get back with you, man Let me get your number, man) CHORUS I'm bring it to boil, Evil E rock it up You want end? I don't think you got enough Last suckers crossed, Syndicate shot 'em up Cops found 'em 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 and pure, hope that you can cope Cause you might O.D. If you overdrive this record, tape or CD Because the sound I've created on this wax Is like a chemical And the knowledge I give makes me invincible (Aww Mr. Dopeman, i'm lovin' you, man You got it goin' on, man What else you got?) I got some mad Kool Moe Dee (Aww yeah, man, i want some of dat, man) Got some Doug E. Fresh (Aww, gimme a ounce of that, man I want that all night long) Got some Eric B. & Rakim (Aww that is some real dope right there) Got some mad LL Cool J (No, no, man, i don't want none of that, man You keep that, man) Got some Boogie Down Productions, KRS-One (Aww, now you're talkin', man, come on) Public Enemy.. (Yeah, don't stop, don't stop) Biz Markie.. ("Make good music with your mouth" Man, i love it) CHORUS The cops don't know what to do Because my dope breaks thru No matter what they do, my stuff gets to you Kickin' on the Boulevard, my tempo's hyped and hard I don't ask, the Ice just bogards Sire Records puts me out, with Warner Bros. clout My dope hits the streets with no doubt Evil E adds the cut, then removes it IZ 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 and spike it To bring you the pure dope, not a noose in a rope Because if you're doin' crack, you're on death row You're just a toy punk, to mess with that junk You want some real dope, come look in my trunk The dope I'm sellin' is live A hundred per cent legit So get real fool, and try some real hit (Word up, my brother You got me high as a dyke I feel good tonight Ice-T, man, you alright) CHORUS