Tonalidad: E major
Verse 1
Em
D
Yo, what's up man? - I
need to get high, man
A
Em
I need to get hold of some big time dope,
man
D
You know where I can get a key?
A
Em
I know where you can get an LP
Verse 2
D
LP man? - have you
went crazy man?
A
I'm talking about some dope, man
Em
I need to get high right now, man
D
Why don't you hook me up with a five- 0?
A
I can hook you up with a
Verse 3
Verse 4
D
12 Inch, man? - You done went crazy?
A
You don't even know what time it is,
Em
out here on the streets
And don't know what time it is man,
D
you was a fool!
A
Yo homeboy, YOU'RE a fool,
Verse 5
Em
you don't know what time it is
D
Out here messing up your mind,
Bm
you know what I'm saying?
A
Em
This is Ice- T talking to you boy,
D
A
I'ma tell you what TIME it is
Verse 6
Em
Yo, it's time for me to
pump up the volume
A
F#m
the re cord's revolving
Em
Evil's the mixer, I'm the rap Trickster
D
Paparazzi is on the
bum rush for pictures
Em
Ice, cooling, yo, colder than ever
D
A
Punk executioner, E pulled the lever
Em
Rotate the wax then cut
D
and axe the tracks
A
Push up the levels, til the red lights max
Em
Don't try to size up, you better wise up
D
To the rap criminals,
A
D
we're on the rise up
Em
We're selling dope,
til we're succeeded
D
Dope beats and lyrics,
A
no beepers needed
Em
For this drug deal, I'm the big wheel
D
The dope I'm selling,
A
you don't smoke, you feel
Em
Out on the dancefloor,
D
on my world tour
A
I'm selling dope in each and
every record store
Em
I'm the kingpin when the wax spins
D
Crack or smack will take
Bm
D
you to a sure end
Em
You don't need it,
just throw that stuff away
D
A
You wanna get high?
D
- Let the re cord play
Verse 7
D
Oh! man, I like this dope hit man
It's feeling alright boy,
what you say your name was man?
Em
I'm your momma,
Verse 8
I'm your daddy,
D
I'm that nigga in the alley
A
Em
I'm the brother when you need,
D
a true player to MC
A
Em
You know me, I'm your friend,
D
A
your main boy thick and thin
D
A
Em
D
A
I'm your pusher
Verse 9
Em
I know you're loving this drug as it's
coming out your speakers
D
Bass through the buttons,
A
Em
highs through the tweeters
But this base, you don't need a pipe
D
A
Just a tempo to keep your hype
Em
Grooving like I see you doing
D
A
Some stupid crack, would just ruin
Em
Your natural high, why? - that ain't fly
D
A
And anyone who says it is, lies
Em
Move like I knew you would, like I knew could
D
And if you ain't cracked out,
then I know you should
Em
Be able to give me a clap,
D
to match exact with the track
And since I know that you ain't,
Em
Oh! now this jam is lit,
it's like the ultimate
D
A
People high off dope but still physically fit
Em
I'll make a million bucks,
D
pack my dough in trucks
From selling dope beats,
A
dope rhymes, dope cuts
Em
I'll be the biggest dope
dealer in history
D
Because all the fly will
A
D
be high off that Ice- T
Verse 10
D
Oh! 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,
Interlude 1
man
Em
D
Bm
D
Em
D
A
Em
D
A
Em
D
A
Em
D
A
Verse 11
Em
I'll bring it to boil or Evil E rock it up
D
You want end? - I don't
A
think you got enough
Em
Last suckers crossed,
Syndicate shot them up
D
A
Cops found them in the lake bottom up
Em
D
I don't play when it comes to my dope
I check my lyrics close,
like with a microscope
Em
I don't clean them up
with no ivory soap
D
I leave them hard and pure,
A
hope that you can cope
Em
Cause you might O.D. if you overdrive
D
This record, tape or CD,
A
because the sound I've
Em
Created on this wax is like a chemical
D
And the knowledge I give,
Bm
D
Em
makes me invincible
D
Oh! Mr. Dope Man,
Verse 12
I'm loving you, man
You got it going on, man - what else you got?
Em
D
I got some of that Kool Moe Dee
Verse 13
D
Oh! yeah, man, I want some of that,
man
Got some Doug E. Fresh
Oh! give me an ounce of that man,
I want that all night long
Em
D
Got some Eric B. & Rakim
Oh! that is some real dope
right there
Em
Got some of that LL Cool J
D
No, no man, I don't want none of that
Em
man, you can keep that man
D
Got some Boogie Down Productions,
D
Oh! now you're talking man, come on!
Public Enemy.
Yeah, don't stop, don't stop!
Biz Markie.
Em
Make the music with your mouth Biz,
D
A
I love it
Interlude 2
Em
D
A
Em
D
A
Em
D
A
Em
D
Bm
D
The cops just don't know
Verse 14
because my dope breaks through
D
No matter what they do,
A
my stuff gets to you
Em
Kicking on the Boulevard,
my tempo's hyped and hard
D
I don't ask, the Ice just Bogards
Em
Sire Records puts me out,
with Warner Brothers' clout
D
A
My dope hits the street with no doubt
Em
Evil E adds the cut, then removes it
D
Is' checks for purity,
and then approves it
Em
And then you get it, try it, and like it
D
And if it ain't potent,
A
we'll remix and spike it
Em
To bring you the pure dope,
not a noose in a rope
D
Cause if you're doing crack,
Bm
D
you're on death row
Em
You're just a toy punk,
to mess with that junk
D
You want some real dope, come
look in my trunk
Em
The dope I'm selling is life,
D
a hundred percent legit
So get real fool, and try some real hit
Verse 15
D
Word up! my brother, you
got me high as a kite
I feel good tonight, Ice- T man,
Em
you're alright!
Outro 1
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Em
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Em
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Em
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