'96   Ah shit   Ice-T back   Representin, nigga, once again   That real shit, nigga   I thought you knew, bitch   Better recognize      [ CHORUS ]   Players, check your grip before you get popped   Bitches, get my money before you get dropped   Gotcha - buggin off the words I say   Because this type of pimpin happens every day      [ VERSE 1 ]   Niggas wanna know my steelo   Bitches wanna get with the baddest   Hustlin apparatus   It's the LA cash flow master-roller   No one gets colder, I used to flip boulders   Of caine, on my brain, it's outta control, crime plot   A dead-ass cop and muthafuckas get got   In the game it ain't safe for the weak or the timid   Known to break a bitch but barely rarely slide up in it   So you see me in a club, grab your woman like you wanna   Blink your eyes and the freak is out there freezin on the corner   She got caught by the curls and the jewels   Lookin for a nigga that is quick to pull tools   Now she's breakin herself, makin herself   Respect my technique of pimpin, minus all simpin   Check it bitches, it ain't nothin nice   You're gonna seal or sell pussy if you roll with the Ice      [ CHORUS ]      [ VERSE 2 ]   Oh my God, the nigga rolls hard..   Every player mentions me   The hustler of the century   (Ice, that nigga ain't nothin nice!)   I got more freaks than Heff', my bankroll's off vice   Commandin straight pimp tactics   None of y'all can match this   Meet a freak in a week, her workplace a matress   Really though, recognize the pimp type flow   I don't smoke endo, I count cash on my patio   So much love on the streets, don't need no bodyguard   Big up to my homies with the pimp type nod   I'm off the hook, checkin traps in Vegas [Name]   Full link mink with the matchin borsalino   I change cars like you change drawers, bitch   I got a stable full of thoroughbreds that make me rich   Niggas hate me, cause they can't control they roll   They see that fat old ass and start givin me cash      [ CHORUS ]      [ VERSE 3 ]    My mind's blown off fine champagne   So bent on currency, got green in my vein   So damn smooth that every woman wanna touch me   So much sexuality that nuns wanna fuck me   I kick back with my pimpin ballin brothers   Stand over the bed, dump the cash on the covers   The game's got me, I'm a slave to the roll   Hoes belong on the track and I belong in gold   Silk and satin, I deserve a pimpin pattin   Been in the life so long cause I stomp bitches who start rattin   Mostly friendly, but do got that gorilla in me   Save it for the player-hater niggas with the envy   Lot of niggas talk it, but they can't hold a hooker   Ice took her, she was too long a looker   It's strictly straight-lace hustlin on mine   I been pimpin all my life and I don't mind dyin