Trigger Tha Gambler - Freestyle lyrics

* originally performed in Montreux, Switzerland 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 MOTHERfu*kING YEAH!! (HELL MOTHERfu*kING YEAH!!) NOW, SCREAM!! (AWWWWWWWWWW!!) SWITZERLAND!! (AWWWWWWWWWW!!) COME ON SCREAM!! (AWWWWWWWWWW!!) Yo T, let's do this sh** 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 sk**s I've served so many rappers, I can make a land field, fool You've doubt for a mic dude, the Ice is a j**el f** 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 n***a from the Westside cheered, I peel libs What praying that you do, yo when I all ready did Like your girl gotta admit she was a s**y b**h But I hit it with the Jimmy so my nuts don't itch So just check as I pore for the mic core THE ni**aZ!! THE ni**a!! THE ni**a!! Six ounces, squeeze the trigger For you hardcore motherf**ers that's been dying for.. this gangster sh** Time to squab and rob and fight, hit til you through I got a strain in my brain like pain But n***as s**ing up my sh** like I'm some crack c**aine To you white kids, you better watch your head As you popping down the street by these words I said [Break: Trigger Tha Gambler, M.O.P.] MONTREUX MAKE SOME GODDAMN NOISE!! YEAH!! COME ON!! UHH!! GET THEM UP Y'ALL!! YEAH!! COME ON MAN, LET'S RIP THIS sh*t!! RIP THIS sh*t 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 f** the G All I need is crowd, and a M-I-C Got a gangster a** DJ named Evil-E My record label's called Warner B William Morris is my agent I'll never go broke, I got property Got a dope pitbull named Felony Got four 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, Bemers, and booming Jeeps I'm always strapped, cause my money I keep You move on the Ice, and 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 might get shot And wind up looking out a ziplock!!! [Outro] YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!