409 Lyrics - Rhyme Pays - Ice T

It's time to start the party if ya'll don't mind 

Me and "E" clean our Adidas with 409 

He rocks the highs,I dog the bass 

Ya want to hear us rock? 

Here's a taste!!! 

Every day I make a sandwich with ham and cheese 

Use miracle whip,I don't like mayonnaise 

I eat a can of beans,good for my heart 

About 1 a.m.,I always..... 

Far from me to bite anothers rhyme 

They're just too easy to write 

I do'em two at a time 

Like doggin' the wax and ya don't quit 

And if you didn't like that then suck my.... 

Dictations how I write my raps 

Cold maxin' with two freaks upon my lap 

Chillin' on the phone,bookin' more def shows 

An' if the freaks get illy I smack the.... 

Whole days of my life are spent inside my bed 

Just maxin' an' relaxin' like I'm at club med 

Ya say you like this record,you think it's fun? 

Party people get stupid we just begun!!! 

(break) 

You're get,get,gettin' real stupid 

As the beat hits your body get ill!!! 

You ain't dumb you paid dollars to party go off!! 

The girl you're dancin' with has got great hips bug out!! 

Go on homeboy and grab her..... 

Tape recorder turn up the bass 

No time to waste just dog the place 

are-are-are-Rocket like a missile in space 

Evil E keeps his 1200s in an anvil case 

We fly T.W.A.,Pan Am,P.S.A 

To places close to home,far away 

L.A.,New York,Detroit,Miami 

If I see a girl and like her then I let her see my.... 

Jam rockin's how I got my fame,Ice capital T 

Evil E's his name 

If you can't see who's rockin' you must be blind 

You better clean your gazelles with some 409!!! 

Go Ice get busy (x2) 

Go Evil Get busy (X2) 

Turn up your stereo,equalize treble 

Bass be kickin' stupid hard as metal 

On the mic tonight that's right your rhyme opponent 

M.C. Ice T just microphonin' 

33 and 1/3 revolutions per minute 

This record is def because my heart is in it 

Vocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight and precise 

Special effects will be created by an editor's splice 

The funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that frontin' 

Bust a move to my groove work your body do somethin' 

No way in the world that you can deny my method 

As my record rotates,my words get more impressive 

I'm an M.C., Evil's my Dj on Sire Records not M.C.A. 

C.B.S.,Capitol,cause they move too slow 

Now Sire/Warner Bros. clocks all the dough 

As the record revolves money's gettin' made 

A.S.C.A.P. pays me every time it's played 

I chill in def leathers pure silks and suede 

And the gold around my neck will never fade 

Down with my Syndicate organized rhyme 

Kickin' def tempos that I design 

And if you can't hear'em that's such a crime 

You better wash your dirty ears with some 409 

I always rhyme elite,stay on beat 

Travel in a posse when I walk the street 

Loved to say my rhymes when I used to max 

Now I don't speak much,I save my words for wax 

I just want to make a little point in this song 

With a little nonsense we can all get along and on and on 

Till the break'a break of dawn 

This jam will never play out because the grooves too strong 

Guys grab a girl,girls grab a guy 

If a guy wants a guy,please take it outside 

I want to make ya enjoy yourself 

On the mic tonight Ice T!!Who else? 

Evil's on the cuts,Henry Gee's shot gun 

Islam's my producer,Bambattas son 

Bronx Style Bob's cold watchin' my back 

Melle Mel's just layin' for some punks to act wack 

Grandmaster Caz and Donald D ,Scott La Rock 

Red Alert,Chuck Chill Out 

If you're down with my crew you will be fine 

But if you ill we'll get dirty-bring your 409!! 

(BREAK) 

409......