[Verse 1: Ice-T]
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Some people claim that I'm born to play
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Cause I'm your Icetea on the sunny day
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I make the goers come, the leavers stay
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I make the lovers kiss and the workers play
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I make the runners walk, the quiet talk
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I burst so viciously, I make the blind man see
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I'm the ladies' cream, the virgins' wet dream
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I got that kind of movement that the young girls fiend
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I'm tired of these DJs going around
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Taking about how they go down to town
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Cause I'm the best Rapper that you have found
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So all you lovely ladies, let's party down
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Take all your rapping records, don't end the track
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Ice-T is the only brother that you got to back
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Hook up the studio, turn up the wire
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We're gonna rock til the niggaz call up Entire
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We rock rock y'all with no fear, and if you don't dig it turn off your ears
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We rock rock y'all and keep on, and if you don't dig it take your damn ??
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Cause I'm a player, the best alive
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I prefer fast money to a Nine-to-Five
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From the womb to the tomb, I run my game
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Cause I'm cold as ice, and I show no shame
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[Break: Sound of cold wind blowing]
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[Verse 2: Ice-T]
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Well I'm (Poww) Ice-T, I'm terribly back
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I'm here to knock out the wheel as we blow up the past
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I'm maybe small but I'm willing to say
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I jam this party in one hell of a way
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The powers I got are hard to find
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The beat breaking woman's hearts, while I'm blowing their minds
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They be giving me money, and buying me things
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But I spend their cash in pirate rings
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If they treat me right, I'm willing to show
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The coolest young brother they ever know
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But if they do me wrong, I hate to say
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I've never teach them how to rock this way
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Cause back in the thirties when time was hard
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I have had, a sawed-off shotgun and I marked different cards
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A turned up collar, a turned up hat, a .38 cutlet I stole that
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I walked in a party, they won't leave for a day
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And I started dancing one hell of a way
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I was dancing so hard, couldn't no one compete
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I turned out the party with my Ice-cold feet
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Cause I'm a player, that's all I know
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On a summer day, I play in the snow
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From the womb to the tomb, I run my game
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Cause I'm cold as ice, and I show no shame
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[Break: Sound of cold wind blowing]
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[Verse 3: Ice-T]
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We're born to play, and brought up that way
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We chase the women night and day
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And when I run through, I will talk to you
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And you'll become one of the chosen few
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Can't you see that now I'm mean? I'm the brother known as Ice-T
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And umm.. I'm the brother whose like no other
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Whose black in soul but not in color
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You digged the race, and a hit to the case
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When you're trying to get outta my face
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I'm trying to tell you I'm a brother that's nice
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I'm sweet as honey, I'm cold as Ice
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But if you say something to me that ends you down
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You be picking off your booty up off the ground
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You can ask your father, your sister or mother
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I got a Rolls Royce in every color
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I keep my rides tune the perfection, I got a strut for every direction
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I'm the pimp, the player, the women layer
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The holy dueler, the whorehouse doer
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I just play young whores, slam Cadillac doors
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I'm the black Mack of the heart attack
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But.. I don't smoke no whack, I don't cut no slack
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I'm here to rock y'all, so rock rock
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I'm Ice-T when I dress, I never jock
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I do all my shopping on Rodeo Drive
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When I leave the pad, I'm never allowed
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I'm damn so sharp, I cut through the pipe
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I got so many clothes, and my words these day
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When I put some in, I got to throw some away
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Cause I'm a player, some call us Macks
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With private phones and our Cadillacs
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From the womb to the tomb, we run our games
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Cause we cold as ice, and we show no shame
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[Break: Sound of cold wind blowing]
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[Verse 4: Ice-T]
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The ladies say that I'm heaven sent
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Cause I got more money than the US mint
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I ride Rag-Top Rolls with rocks on my hand, Maseratis and Mercedes Benz
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I have the Uz to line, private Jets, Bel-Air-Boogies place my bets
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I own islands up, there close to France
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Now I wear designer, chucks and pants
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When I was brought into this world
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My mamma never asked if I was boy or a girl
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