🎵 Ziplock // by Ice-T

11 ContributorsZiplock Lyrics Oh yeah, Ha ha ha, i'm back, motherfucker Ice-T, 1991, fool Told you, you shoulda killed me last year Once again I'm back in the place to be The I, the C, the E, the T I'll never get a Grammy, so fuck the G All I need is crowd, and my M-I-C Got a gangster ass DJ named Evil E My record label's called Warner B William Morris is my agency I'll never go broke, I got property Got a dope pitbull named Felony Got four gold albums, so what you tell'n me? Power was two, Iceberg was three This one here shipped five hundred G Now when I roll, I roll stupid deep Benzes, Beemers, and boomin' Jeeps I'm always strapped 'cause my money I keep You move on the Ice and you're goin' to sleep But 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 pictures, sign an autograph Kick a little flavor, have some fun and laugh But step to me wrong, you might get shot And wind up lookin' out a ziploc