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Uploaded on Nov 24, 2008

Ice-T - I'm Your Pusher

INTRO:
(Yo what's up, man, i need to get high, man
I need to get hold of some big time dope, man
You know where i can get a key?)

I know where you can get a LP

(LP, man? Have you went crazy, man?
I'm talkin' bout some dope, man
I need to get high right now, man
Why don't you hook me up with a five-0?)

I can hook you up with a 12"

(12", man? You done went crazy?
You don't even know what time it is
Out here on the streets
And don't know what time it is
Man, you'se a fool!)

Yo homeboy, YOU a fool
YOU don't know what time it is out here
Messin' up you mind, you know what i'm sayin'?
This is Ice-T talkin' to you, boy
I'm a tell you what TIME it is..


Yo, it's time for me to pump the volume
No problem, the record's revolvin'
Evil's the mixer, I'm the rap trixster
Paparazzis on the bumrush for pictures
Ice, coolin', yo colder than ever
Punk executioner E pull the lever
Rotate the wax then cut and axe the tracks
Push up the levels till the red lights max
Don't try to size up, you better wise up
To the rap criminals, we're on a rise up
We're sellin' dope till we succeeded
Dope beats and lyrics, no beepers needed
For this drug deal, I'm the big wheel
The dope I'm sellin', you don't smoke, you feel
Out on the dancefloor, on my world tour
I'm sellin' dope in each and every record store
I'm the kingpin when the wax spins
Crack or smack will take you to a sure end
You don't need it, just throw that stuff away
You wanna get high? Let the record play

(Aww man, i like this dope here, man
It's feelin' alright, boy
What you say your name was, man?)


CHORUS:
I'm your momma, i'm your daddy
I'm that nigga in the alley
I'm the brother
When you need a true playa to receive
You know me, i'm your friend
You may more than you think
MC Ice-T
I'm your pusher


I know you're lovin' this drug
As it's comin' out your speakers
Base thru the bottoms
Highs thru the tweeters
But this base you don't need a pipe
Just a tempo to keep your hype
Groovin' like I see you doin'
Some stupid crack would just ruin
Your natural high, why? That ain't fly
And anyone who says it is, lies
Move like I knew you would
Like I knew you could
And if you ain't cracked out
Then I know you should be able
To give me a clap to match exact with the track
And since I know that you ain't, I expect that
Oh now this jam is lit, it's like the ultimate
People high off dope but still physically fit
I'll make a million bucks, pack my dough in trucks
I'm sellin' dope beats, dope rhymes, dope cuts
I'll be the biggest dope dealer in history
Because all the fly will be high off that Ice-T

(Aww man, you ain't never lied, man
This dope is alright, man
I got to get back with you, man
Let me get your number, man)


-CHORUS-


I'm bring it to boil, Evil E rock it up
You want end? I don't think you got enough
Last suckers crossed, Syndicate shot 'em up
Cops found 'em in the lake, bottom up
I don't play when it comes to my dope
I check my lyrics close, like with a microscope
I don't clean 'em up with no ivory soap
I leave 'em hard and pure, hope that you can cope
Cause you might O.D.
If you overdrive this record, tape or CD
Because the sound I've created on this wax
Is like a chemical
And the knowledge I give makes me invincible

(Aww Mr. Dopeman, i'm lovin' you, man
You got it goin' on, man
What else you got?)

I got some mad Kool Moe Dee

(Aww yeah, man, i want some of dat, man)

Got some Doug E. Fresh

(Aww, gimme a ounce of that, man
I want that all night long)

Got some Eric B. & Rakim

(Aww that is some real dope right there)

Got some mad LL Cool J

(No, no, man, i don't want none of that, man
You keep that, man)

Got some Boogie Down Productions, KRS-One

(Aww, now you're talkin', man, come on)

Public Enemy..

(Yeah, don't stop, don't stop)

Biz Markie..

("Make good music with your mouth"
Man, i love it)


-CHORUS-


The cops don't know what to do
Because my dope breaks thru
No matter what they do, my stuff gets to you
Kickin' on the Boulevard, my tempo's hyped and hard
I don't ask, the Ice just bogards
Sire Records puts me out, with Warner Bros. clout
My dope hits the streets with no doubt
Evil E adds the cut, then removes it
IZ checks for purity, and then approves it
And then you get it, try it, and like it
And if it ain't potent, we remix and spike it
To bring you the pure dope, not a noose in a rope
Because if you're doin' crack, you're on death row
You're just a toy punk, to mess with that junk
You want some real dope, come look in my trunk
The dope I'm sellin' is live
A hundred per cent legit
So get real fool, and try some real hit

(Word up, my brother
You got me high as a dyke
I feel good tonight
Ice-T, man, you alright)


-CHORUS-

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