Afrika Islam - 409 lyrics

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 ba** Ya wanna 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 s** 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 ba** No time to waste just dog the place R-R-R-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 Ba** 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 thats 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 wanna 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 wanna 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......