Lyrics:

It's time to start the party if ya'll don't mindMe and 'E' clean our Adidas with 409He rocks the highs,I dog the bassYa wanna hear us rock?Here's a taste!!!Every day I make a sandwich with ham and cheeseUse miracle whip,I don't like mayonnaiseI eat a can of beans,good for my heartAbout 1 a.m.,I always.....Far from me to bite anothers rhymeThey're just too easy to writeI do'em two at a timeLike doggin' the wax and ya don't quitAnd if you didn't like that then suck my....Dictations how I write my rapsCold maxin' with two freaks upon my lapChillin' on the phone,bookin' more def showsAn' if the freaks get illy I smack the....Whole days of my life are spent inside my bedJust maxin' an' relaxin' like I'm at club medYa say you like this record,you think it's fun?Party people get stupid we just begun!!!(break)You're get,get,gettin' real stupidAs 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 bassNo time to waste just dog the placeR-R-R-Rocket like a missile in spaceEvil E keeps his 1200s in an anvil caseWe fly T.W.A.,Pan Am,P.S.ATo places close to home,far awayL.A.,New York,Detroit,MiamiIf I see a girl and like her then I let her see my....Jam rockin's how I got my fame,Ice capital TEvil E's his nameIf you can't see who's rockin' you must be blindYou better clean your gazelles with some 409!!!Go Ice get busy (x2)Go Evil Get busy (X2)Turn up your stereo,equalize trebleBass be kickin' stupid hard as metalOn the mic tonight that's right your rhyme opponentM.C. Ice T just microphonin'33 and 1/3 revolutions per minuteThis record is def because my heart is in itVocals laid by the Ice,tempos tight and preciseSpecial effects will be created by an editor's spliceThe 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 methodAs my record rotates,my words get more impressiveI'm an M.C., Evil's my Dj on Sire Records not M.C.A.C.B.S.,Capitol,cause they move too slowNow Sire/Warner Bros. clocks all the doughAs the record revolves money's gettin' madeA.S.C.A.P. pays me every time it's playedI chill in def leathers pure silks and suedeAnd the gold around my neck will never fadeDown with my Syndicate organized rhymeKickin' def tempos that I designAnd if you can't hear'em thats such a crimeYou better wash your dirty ears with some 409I always rhyme elite,stay on beatTravel in a posse when I walk the streetLoved to say my rhymes when I used to maxNow I don't speak much,I save my words for waxI just wanna make a little point in this songWith a little nonsense we can all get along and on and onTill the break'a break of dawnThis jam will never play out because the grooves too strongGuys grab a girl,girls grab a guyIf a guy wants a guy,please take it outsideI wanna make ya enjoy yourselfOn the mic tonight Ice T!!Who else?Evil's on the cuts,Henry Gee's shot gunIslam's my producer,Bambattas sonBronx Style Bob's cold watchin' my backMelle Mel's just layin' for some punks to act wackGrandmaster Caz and Donald D ,Scott La RockRed Alert,Chuck Chill OutIf you're down with my crew you will be fineBut if you ill we'll get dirty-bring your 409!!(BREAK)409......