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letra de congo rap - ice-t

[verse 1]
some people claim that i’m born to play
’cause i’m your ice-t on a sunny day
i make the goers come, the leavers stay
i make the lovers kiss and the workers play
i make the runners walk, the quiet talk
i bust so viciously, i make the blind man see
i’m the ladies’ cream, the virgins’ wet dream
i got that kind of movement that makes the young girls fiend
i’m tired of these djs going around
talking about how they go down to town
’cause i’m the best rappеr that you have found
so all you lovely ladies, lеt’s party down
take all your rapping records, throw them in the trash
ice-t is the only brother that you got to blast
hook up the stereo, turn up the watts
we’re gonna rock ’til the neighbors call up the cops
we rock rock y’all with no fear, and
if you don’t dig it turn off your ears
we rock rock y’all and keep on, and
if you don’t dig it take your d-mn self home
’cause i’m a player, the best alive
i prefer fast money to a nine-to-five
from the womb to the tomb, i run my game
’cause i’m cold as ice, and i show no shame
[break: sound of cold wind blowing]

[verse 2]
well i’m ice-t, i’m terribly bad
i’m here to knock out the windows and blow up the pad
i may be small but i’m willing to say
i jam this party in one h-ll of a way
the powers i’ve got are hard to find
i be breaking women’s hearts while i’m blowing their minds
they be giving me money, and buying me things
but i spend their cash and p-wn their rings
but if they treat me right, i’m willing to show
the coolest young brother they’ll ever know
but if they do me wrong, i hate to say
i’ll never teach them how to rock this way
’cause back in the thirties when times was hard
i had a sawed-off shotgun, a marked deck of cards
a turned up collar, a turned up hat
a .38 hustle and i stole that
i walked in the party, there were women for days
and i started dancing one h-ll of a way
i was dancing so hard, couldn’t no one compete
i turned out the party with my ice-cold feet
’cause i’m a player, that’s all i know
on a summer day, i play in the snow
from the womb to the tomb, i run my game
’cause i’m cold as ice, and i show no shame
[break: sound of cold wind blowing]

[verse 3]
we’re born to play, and brought up that way
we catch the women night and day
and when i want to, i’ll talk to you
and you’ll become one of the chosen few
but can’t you see that now i’m me?
i’m the brother known as ice-t
and i’m the brother whose like no other
whose black in soul but not in color
you can dig the race, and a hit to the case
but you can’t get outta my…face
i’m trying to tell you i’m a brother that’s nice
i’m sweet as honey, i’m cold as ice
but say something to me that ain’t too down
you’ll be picking your booty up off the ground
you can ask your father, sister or mother
i got a rolls royce in every color
i keep my rides tuned to perfection
i got a stutz for every direction
i’m the pimp, the player, the women layer
the [?] dueler, the wh0rehouse [?]
i just play young wh0res, slam cadillac doors
i’m the black mack of the heart attack rap
i don’t smoke no whack, i don’t cut no slack
i’m here to rock y’all, so rock rock
i’m ice-t when i dress, i never jive
i do all my shopping on rodeo drive
when i leave the pad, i’m never loud
i’m just so sharp, i cut through the crowd
i got so many clothes in my wardrobe these days
when i put some in, i got to throw some away
’cause i’m a player, some call us macks
with private phones in our cadillacs
from the womb to the tomb, we run our games
’cause we’re cold as ice, and we show no shame
[break: sound of cold wind blowing]

[verse 4]
the ladies say that i’m heaven sent
’cause i got more money than the us mint
i ride rag-top rolls with rocks on my hand
maseratis and mercedes benz
i have an ocean liner, private jets
bel-air bookies place my bets
i own islands off the coast of france
and i wear designer shirts and pants
when i was brought into this world
my mama never asked if i was boy or a girl
’cause i rolled over to her, and gave her a kiss
she said “your daddy don’t rock me like this!”
when the doctor hit me on the behind
i broke on down with a funky rhyme
the nurses said, i was awfully cute
when i played out a joint, in a three piece suit
yo yo yo, please, please, please check it out

- ice t

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