My Word Is Bond (Album Version) 1989 Ice T

TrekMy Word Is Bond (Album Version)

Artis: Ice T

Album: The Iceburg / Freedom Of Speech

Waktu rilis: 01-10-1989

 

My Word Is Bond (Album Version) - Ice T

The other day I spent a million on a def gold chain

It weighted thirty nine pounds,

my name plate the same

I put it on, it was too heavy

So I hired me this brother to wear for me

One night, we was out chillin,

he and I minus crew

I was held at gun point by a thug's .22

But when I told him

that I was the L.A. player Ice-T

The brother robbed somebody else

and brought the money to me

You might think I'm lyin' but man,

you're wrong

As I told you before, my word is bond

 

I played ball back in Mask Park

The on the board,

hit three pointers in the dark

I got a scholarship but said:

"Yo, forget it "

Goin' straight to the Pro rank, coach,

so don't sweat it

The Lakers wanted to pick me,

but I said: "Step"

Cause takin' Magic's spot,

could be bad for my rep "what"

So he sent me to Chicago,

to play in front of... you know

But then I said:

"Either he go or I go"

I gave Jordan a break,

then came back to the city

You know, cause everybody missed me

"right, right, right"

You think I'm lyin?, but brother,

you're wrong

As I told you before,

my word is bond

 

Look at Donald D comin' through the door late

We're makin' a record, brother

What you're doin' so late, man

What's up, man? "Stop lying"

My girl was pissed, so she tried to diss

The D, until I showed her my fist

I argued with her in the pouring rain

After the fightin' with her, I missed the train

It was delayed for an hour, so I fell asleep

When I woke up, I was on 14th. Street

By the time I got there, it was way too late

Came back uptown and decided to wait

Ran into her cous', and hung with him

Met Billy, Joe, Bob, Frank, Chuck and Slim

Went back to the crib to watch a VCR

And then I had to pick up my father's car

Looked around for my brother,

to see where he went

And then I had to pay my mother's rent

I know y'all think I'm lyin',

but listen, you're wrong

Like I told you before,

my word is bond

 

Lies man, you be late to the show

How you gon' make some money, man?

 

I got so much money

that the bank couldn't hold it

Car so dope that I didn't wanna roll it

So many houses, sometimes I forget

I brought a yacht and a brand new lear jet

I flew to Paris just for good meal

Then to Rome, to sign a record deal

Off to London,

to kick with the Queen "what Queen? "

Back to LA, I bought a football teem

I just can't stop spendin' that green

My girl loves the water

so I brought baby a submarine

But see, I left my house

without my credit Cards

I think I left my wallet in my other car

If you could loan me ten,

I'd pay you back

Yo man, you're lookin' at me crazy,

what's up with that?

You think I'm lyin' but man,

you're wrong

As I told you before,

my word is bond

 

Yo, you be talking about them girls you got, man

You ain't got no women, man

 

Monday morning, walkin' down the block

Saw this girl in a Jag, y'all,

and she stopped "aww man"

She said her father casted for the Cosby Show

And she said:

"Bob, would you like to go? "

You know, so I went with her, and we chilled

Got her drunk off the Eight Ball,

and we illed

She was stupid rich,

so I bought myself an island

Charged it to her Master charge,

I be wildin'

So, after that I stepped and she was cryin'

She gave me mansion,

yo, why should I be lyin'?

You got me frontin'?,

well homeboys, you're wrong

As I told you before, my word is bond

 

Yo Ice, I did a concert in the White House

And after that me and Donald Trump hung out

And then I knocked Vanity boots in a limo'

I rejected Michael Jackson's demo

Smacked Freddy Krueger and he didn't reply

Hit Mike Tyson in his eye

Sharks around me and didn't die

Drank a case of Cisco and I didn't get high

You might think I'm lyin,

but listen, you're wrong

Like I told you before, my word is bond

 

You think I'm lyin' but I'm tellin' the stone truth

I have been player ever since my youth

In 1st grade I was knockin' kids out cold

In 2nd grade I was truckin' the large gold

In 3rd grade I was checkin' the youth bank

4th grade puttin' Gas in Benz my tank

By the 12th I was gamblin' outrageous

I drove through Desert and broke Los Vagus

You probably think I'm lyin' but brothers,

you're wrong

As I told you before, my word is bond

 

What you talking about, man?

 

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