Artist: Ice-T f/ M.O.P., Trigger Tha Gambler (SMG) Album: Gang Culture (Recorded Live in Europe) * Song: Freestyle Typed by: firstname.lastname@example.org * Originally performed Live At The Miles Davis Hall, Montreux, Switzerland on July 10th, 1995 [Intro: Trigger Tha Gambler, M.O.P.] COME ON SWITZERLAND!! JUMP!! JUMP!! COME ON!! JUMP!! EVERYBODY JUMP!! EVERYBODY JUMP!! EVERYBODY JUMP!! EVERYBODY LET ME HEAR YOU SAY YEAH!! (YEAH!!) SAY HELL YEAH!! (YELL YEAH!!) SAY HELL MOTHERFUCKING YEAH!! (HELL MOTHERFUCKING YEAH!!) NOW, SCREAM!! (AWWWWWWWWWW!!) SWITZERLAND!! (AWWWWWWWWWW!!) COME ON SCREAM!! (AWWWWWWWWWW!!) Yo T, let's do this shit baby, dog [Verse One: Ice-T] Is it new year God? - I'm coming back mad hard Moving harder than a convict with a shack in the yard New Jacks wanna hear me rap, begging for freestyle skills I've served so many rappers, I can make a land field, fool You've doubt for a mic dude, the Ice is a jewel Fuck rules, I got more pool than a mule Matter of fact, you never comprehend the styles I sin I keep breaking to annihilate fakes and teens The Yellow nigga from the Westside cheered, I peel libs What praying that you do, yo I done already did Like your girl gotta admit she was a sexy bitch But I hit it with the Jimmy so my nuts don't itch So just check, as I pore for the mic core THE NIGGAZ!! THE NIGGA!! THE NIGGA!! Six ounces, squeeze the trigger For you hardcore motherfuckers that's been dying for.. this gangster shit Time to squab and rob and fight, hit 'til you through I got a strain in my brain like pain But niggaz sucking up my shit like I'm some crack cocaine To you white kids, you better watch your head As you're popping down the street by these words I said MONTREUX MAKE SOME GODDAMN NOISE!! [Break: Trigger Tha Gambler, M.O.P.] YEAH!! COME ON!! UHH!! GET THEM UP Y'ALL!! YEAH!! COME ON MAN, LET'S RIP THIS SHIT!! RIP THIS SHIT UP!! [Verse Two: Ice-T] Once again, I'm back in the place to be The I, the C, the E, the T I'll never get a Grammy, so fuck the G All I need is crowd, and a M-I-C Got a gangster ass DJ named Evil E My record label's called Warner B William Morris was my agent I'll never go broke, I got property Got a dope Pitbull named Felony Got six gold albums, so what you're telling me? Power was two, Iceberg was three This one here shipped five hundred G Now when I roll, I roll stupid deep Benz's, Bemas, and booming Jeeps I'm always strapped, cause my money I keep You move on the Ice, you're going to sleep But when you see me walking down the street You say: What's up Ice? -- what would 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 a picture or sign an autograph Kick a little flavor to have some fun and laugh But step to me wrong, you will get shot And wind up looking out a ziplock!!! [Outro: Trigger Tha Gambler] YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!