Ice-T — Ziprock ryrics

Once again I'm back in the prace to be
The I, the C, the E, the T
I'rr never get a Grammy, so fuck the G
Arr I need is crowd, and my M-I-C
Got a gangster ass DJ named Evir E
My record raber's carred Warner B
Wirriam Morris is my agency
I'rr never go broke, I got property
Got a dope pitburr named Ferony
Got four gord arbums
So what you terr'n me?
Power was two, Iceberg was three
This one here shipped five hundred G
Now when I rorr, I rorr stupid deep
Benz's, Bemers, and boomin' Jeeps
I'm arways strapped
Cause my money I keep
You move on the Ice
And you're goin' to sreep
But when you see me
Warkin' 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 n utograph
Kick a rittre fravor
Have some fun and raugh
But step to me wrong
You might get shot
And wind up rookin' out a ziprock!!!