What Ya Wanna Do Songtext
von Ice‐T

Yeah, yeah we got this
Party (okay, party people in the house)
Party (okay, party people in the house)
Party (okay, party people in the house)
Party

Yo yo, in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me (party)
We about to tear stuff up, y′all feel good? (party)
Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do?
(Party)


Randy Mac in the place to be, what you wanna do? (party)
Nat The Cat, you′re in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (party)
Donald-D is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (party)
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (party)
Henry-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (party)
My man, Shaquel is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (party)
Yo, Toddy Tee is in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (party)
Yo, Everlast is in the house, come on, what you wanna do? (party)
And MC Taste is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (party)
My man, Divine is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (party)
Yo yo, I'm about to kick this party up, is that alright? (party)

Yo, yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree
You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me (party)
You wanna get in, put a sucker's head out
Sound a little hot for you, boy, then, toy, get out (party)
Syndicate mob ain′t nothin′ but hardened crooks
You try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook (party)
Want some of me, you're on a mission
Bad move, you end up missin′ (party)

Let's get it straight for the ′89 tip
Randy Mac is clockin' a stupid grip (party)
On the party track I′m cold lampin'
But when the Syndicate rolls I be jackin' (party)
You thought I fell off, I ain′t even slipped
The Mac is cuttin′ records and punks are gettin' ripped (party)
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep, well, it′s lights out, beddy-bye (party)


Notorious Asiatic, tough, talented, a power entertainer
Catapultin' above the top (party)
Nat The Cat, too swift to be stopped
I′m like Jordan, a team player on a solo flight (party)
Lookin' down on MC′s faces full of fright and fear
I slam dunk a rap through their ear to hear (party)
Eureka, I just struck a platinum fame
In the game things'll never be the same (party)
Because money changes everything

Once again comin' at you hyper
Donald D, the Syndicate Sniper (party)
Boston Strangler, Charles Manson
No matter what killer I mention, keep dancin′ (party)
Five Fingers Of Death, Fists Of Fury
St Valentine′s Day Massacre on a jury (party)
Wanna convict me for kickin' black on wax
I walk the street with a battle axe (party)

Life ain′t nothin' but a piece of existence
′Cause when you die, you'se a past tense (party)
So I like to live my life like a big carnival
Get drunk, act like an animal (party)
I like the rock′n roll, the funk, the jazz and hip-hop
Suckers get loud, I drop 'em (party)
I like the far fat thighs
I'm Bronx Style, bring the beats and I′m not (party)

Black stallion, knockin′ on concrete walls
Standin' tall, rappers in my face, they stall (party)
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There′s no other word, go ask your mother (party)
Hard solid as your city sidewalk
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk (party)
Strollin' with a slight limp
Flyer than any big city pimp (party)

Gold, girls, cold cash
On the mic, Shaquel Shabazz (party)
Supreme, the Lord, the G-O-D
Down with the Syndicate posse (party)
It′s you we rule without a tool
Mathematics in effect, it's time to school (party)
I′m the principal, and knowledge is the key
Shaquel in the place to be (party)

I climb a mountain top with just one rope
Get to the top of the steep and say a rhyme that's dope (party)
'Cause I′m a cliff hanger, no, I ain′t a stranger
Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I′m a Compton banger (party)
Wanted by the FBI for transport of
Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders (party)
No, they can′t give me no time, 'cause these my rhymes
Everlast, get funky for me one time (party)

Everlast is in effect gettin′ big respect
Then I collect big checks (party)
1's, 5's, 10′s and 20′s
A 100 Gs and I'm pullin′ honeys (party)
Left and right, day and night
You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight (party)
They′re all on the tip to get a sip
Of this poetic performer that's fully equipped (party)

Y′all played yourselves right in front of the mic
Move your body so that the feelin' was right (party)
But if you get lost, scream out and admit
That the beat's too fast, slow it down or I quit (party)
I′m not the kind to give you a call
To stop on a rap that I lead, so I pause (party)
I give you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
If that ain′t enough, sit down 'til we′re done (party)

Syndicate scorned, you act obedient
Tired of your fish rhyme got ingredients (party)
Black on black while styles of Ice-T
Mind quicks of brothers that's gotta be (party)
Circlin′ ciphers into molecules
Takin' over your space, that′s illogical (party)
The vocal chords on a board with 24 tracks
Be great from the break in a flat out rap (party)

Syndicate posse growin', goin' out of control
You say we′re weak, this record′s shittin' gold (party)
Power, strength, my posse got unity
We stick together, and we′re soon to be (party)
In your town, we gonna bring the roof down
Ice-T and the Syndicate underground (party)
No sellouts, 'cause it′s caps we peelin'
Girls, we love em, and shows we steal ′em (party)

Knowledge and wisdom, it's a mystery
I drop science for the ones who know it's me (party)
You say I′m dope, cool, it makes sense
I ain′t conceited, I'm just convinced (party)
Strapped for the attack Randy Mac is rollin′
The mic, the mixer, then the show is stolen (party)
The pimp, the player, hustler, like a kicker
Watch your girl, 'cause I stick her (party)

Nat The Cat, my man will rap, but when I′m playin' the back
Some think my stage presence is low, I think it′s loaded (party)
They never see me flowin' and showin'
Go psycho breakin′ backs like bolo
Give me the mic, a metamorphosis ignite (party)
I break down on a cat stand, I kill ya like a hitman
And come out kickin′ with the (party)
Rockin' rockers on a rappin′ rampage
In control of the stage (party)

There's a mouse in my house, so I bought a cat
The cat ran away, ′cause now there's a rat (party)
I′m on the attack with my baseball bat
That one rap brought many of us back (party)
All through my house I set up traps
It seem like the rats have a map (party)
But nowadays I don't know how to act
So now I feed the rats crack (party)

Back, and I'm statin′ the fact
I know you′re waitin for a rap (party)
To make you get up and start to clap
For Bob, a Bronx Syndicate style (party)
More bounce to the ounce and trizzy to the file
'79, the time I was inclined (party)
To get smooth and prove that I can rock a funk rhyme
Hey yo, Ice Cube chillin (party)
′Cause we got the gats and knack to see the kids top billin'

Impressionalist, not a ventriloquist
Don′t hang out with suckers worth less than piss (party)
Suckers can all come kiss the tip
Of my knob, when I aim I don't miss(party)
Aim it to suckers that come around jockin′
On my tip when on the radio, my records be rockin'(party)
Don't come frontin′ askin′ me for a pound
You ain't invited means you simply ain′t down (party)

Wake up, it's time to be noticed
I′ma do this, I'm gonna show this (party)
Beat to be mathematical
Syndicate′s in the house, let's get radical (party)
Bum rush the show and grab the mic
Syndicate's chilllin′ out tonight (party)
They let me loose and now it′s war
Bust again, said let the rhymes roar (party)

Grab a partner and hit the dance floor
'Cause I′m back to rock for you once more (party)
I don't worry about what he said or she said
As long as what′s said-said is done-done in my bed (party)
The Juvenile Committee's on my side
And I′m kickin' knowledge on a natural high (party)
And I'm feeling strong
Yo, take this mic and get the party on (party)

This is Mortal Combat, there ain′t no comeback
You′re tryin' to get with me, but you don′t know where I'm at (party)
′Cause in this world there's no bombs or guns
Just a microphone, metaphors, words and puns (party)
Sentences and phrases, no clubs or razors
No mercy for a sucker that wages war (party)
I′ll take the floor, even the score
Grab the microphone and proceed to roar (party)

Are y'all set, all prepared to start?
Move in close, 'cause here comes the dope part (party)
By the way, I′m the Taste with tracks
Could talk but they, but here goes the facts (party)
Brace yourself, you shoulda grabbed a grip
Protect your clan ′cause we're about to trip (party)
Bass reflex, the kicks that drive, divide
The weak from the rest so the live can survive (party)

Syndicate′s housin' all competition
We have paralyzed a physical powerful vision (party)
But savage ignorants pop that′s ignorant, listen
Divine is no time for style (party)
And I rock your grey matter with a smile
'Cause I′m the rhyme thriller with dimensions of flavor (party)
With the knack, stylistic black

The reason we're bustin' these raps are what?
To make all you wack MC′s shut up (party)
You′re always buyin' rap records, jammin′ deaf beats (go, go, go)
Then dissin' rap artists out in the streets (party)
You always say our jams are whack, but yours′ll be tight
But you never been near a studio in your life (party)
You see, disrespect is your last resort
You're like Howard Cosell, you never played this sport (party)
But you′re always talkin' mess 'bout how it should be done
And when we ask to hear your record, you never made one (party)
So this message goes to amateurs and pros alike
We′re the MC′s that cold be doggin' the mic (party)

You may be good, but there′s no ones better
We rock you so cold, you need a cashmere sweater (party)
Fight dirty in the pit when combat is on
We always attack before attacked upon (party)

Yeah, Rhyme Syndicate, we in here
We tossin' it up (party)
I got my man, Everlast, in the house
Tossin′ it up, you know what I'm sayin′? (party)
Kid Jazz and Bango couldn't be here
But we gon' tore it up for them anyhow (party)
Wherever you are, you′re a star
Rhyme Syndicate blowin′ up like napalm (party)
I got my man, Chilly Dee, DJin' on the set (party)
And the one and only DJ Evil-E, we in here
Yo, we outta here like last year (party)
Rhyme Syndicate
We gotta do it like the alphabet and A-B-C ya (party)
Yeah
Party
Party

Everlast
Everlast in full effect
Where′s my gold record? (party)
Where's my record?
Where′s my record?
Divine Styler with Physical Poets, look out (party)
Microphone King Donald D the notorious, yeah (party)
This is Bronx Style Bob, what's up my dawg (party)
Nat The Cat, boy (party)
Randy Mac, one in a million on your back, boy (party)
Yo, so we ′bout to get outta here
Seems like the police is outside, man (party)
(Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee, Aladdin and Islam)
What, the police, man? (party)
I knew somethin' had happened
I was wonderin' why King Tee missed the party, man (party)
Yo, Randy Mac, you got some money?
(Aw, you know what time it is, man)
I gotta get (party)
Yeah, for some bail, buddy, we gotta