Our Most Requested Record (Long Version) - Ice T: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Our Most Requested Record (Long Version)

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Our Most Requested Record (Long Version) was released on November 1, 1987 by Warner Records as a part of the album Rhyme Pays (Deluxe Version)

Song Details

AlbumRhyme Pays (Deluxe Version)

Release DateNovember 1, 1987

LabelWarner Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM95

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ice T

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Ice T

Lyrics, Songwriter, Composer, Arranger

Afrika Islam

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Ice T

Producer, Mixing Engineer

Afrika Islam

Producer, Mixing Engineer

Dave Storrs

Engineer

Jim Lyons

Engineer

José Rodriquez

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Come on, pick up the phone

Just came out my bubble, I gotta hear this new song

Yo, what's up? Request line

Yes, this is Michael, I'd like to hear that new song about, ooh, Ice-T

I don't know the name of it, but, ooh, it's bad

Don't worry 'bout that homeboy, we 'bout to rock it

That's our most requested record

[Verse 2]

Yo, E, what's up, man?

They got our record on the radio, boy

Yo, man, they rockin' our stuff, Ice man

I'm telling you, man, this si the most requested record

Everybody wants to hear this record

Everybody, you gotta store, buy respect

What are you, stupid?

I know you know what time it is, it's fly time

I'ma tell 'em what's up

Yo, Ice man, tell 'em boys what time it is

[Verse 3]

Yo, one, two, my name is Ice-T

I'm here to let you know Rhyme Syndicate is in effect

And wherever we go, my and my posse get stupid respect

But they're jerkin' us on juice, yeah

Just because where we're stayin'

But I'm here to let you know LA don't take no mess

Understand what I'm sayin'?

Yo, this is the most requested record

New York loves to hear this record, boy

Yo, man, Chicago loves this jammy, man

Detroit can't live without this record, man

Yo, Memphis likes this jammy, man

Miami wants to hear this record

And how they gonna say we ain't got beef

We got Africa Islam, man, kick the swings up the hits

[Verse 4]

There it go, boy, you know that swing is so fly

Yeah, you know the flavor, my man

And I wanna let y'all know that the prison charm

Well, this is comin' from Los Angeles, you know what I'm sayin?

Hey, LA in effect, you know what I'm sayin'?

LA got it goin' on, but what does it matter where it's from?

You just listen to the beat of the drum

You know, and we're swinging out here in California, yeah

Oh, yeah

But they say that still ain't fly enough, E

Yo, what's up with them chumps now, Ice man

They don't understand the beats, man?

I think they wanna hear some 808, some boom-boom

Boom-boom, oh, man, let's hit 'em with the boom-boom, man

The low tempo, you know?

On the 808, man, they don't know about that, man, you know what I'm sayin'?

Give 'em some flavor

Yeah, let's give 'em some flavor, we'll let 'em taste the bass, man

I don't know, man, I hope they ready

Iz, change the tempo

[Verse 5]

Aw, yeah, boy

So we were, oh, what y'all know 'bout that?

We gettin' real fly now

Evil E and Ice-T are here tryna do one thing for all the ladies out there

What we tryna do, E?

Run the power move on 'em

Yeah, you know it and all the posse definitely loves it, right?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah

Run the power move on 'em

LA loves it, you know, we kickin' it, man

We here chillin', cold, let's go

Gettin' stupid in the place, boy, yeah, what, what was that?

[Verse 6]

(Attention inside, this is the LAPD)

Oh, man, I told you

(Turn the music down or we're coming inside)

I told you not to play the record so loud, yo, Ice got a warrant, man

(This is the LAPD)

All these, no, man, y'all be, hit the back door, fellas

Wait a minute, wait a minute, hold it, hold it

Looks like they leavin', man

Leavin'? Word

Forget the police, man, turn the music back on, man

[Verse 7]

Yo, they knew better than comin' here

Yeah, word, word, man, they knew better than that, man

Look, my boys is in here, we just having fun

But they better not come through the door

Better not, man, better not

You know what? All the people out there wanna know exactly who we are

We been talkin', but they still wanna know who we are

And they don't know who we are, Ice man

Yo, E, throw the jammy on, show 'em who we are, kick it

Bet, man, bet

[Verse 8]

Yo, Ice man

Yo, man, they don't understand about that fly rap, man

Why don't you throw 'em the fly jammy, man?

[Verse 9]

Word, thinking of a demo

Late nights alone in my limo

Not a Pinto, my man, I'm talkin' black sedan

Stretched like a fire truck, E counts the grands

My plan, write a rhyme like nobody can

Totally unpredictable, understand? (Word)

Talent is mine, but the judgement is yours

You buy my records, my crew tours (Yeah)

You make requests and my sales soar

You clear the shelves at the record store

Soft-core I'm not, but knowledge I got

I keep my posse in effect when I rock the spot

Red hot, or maybe you forgot

You should've crashed the jams early 'fore the cops block the lot

MAC magnifier, hitman for hire

Drop when I fire, watch the barbed wire

Ice ain't no liar, I'll never retire

'Cause my back's well strapped with young troops I inspire

Cold as nitrogen and foam like hydrogen

Thought you had a chance to wax, you better try again

Hip hop commando, bum rush up Rambo

Intelligence my weapon, dum-dum my ammo

It's your case, plea it, call it as you see it

I'm from LA, this place like Vietnam

Gangs illin', wildin', and killin'

Bars on your door, please protect your children

I ain't no bad guy, though suckers may try

They say I'm violent, why?

Because I'm fly, got girls that they'd die for

Don't wanna hear no more, chauffeurs shut the damn door

'Cause I'm a player, I ain't no B-boy

I love the ladies, and money's my real joy

[Verse 10]

Word 'em up, yeah, I know that was down

You know the poetry was def

Yeah, E

You know, just kickin' a little poetry for my posse Rhyme Syndicate in here

Hell yeah, yeah, baby

Beatmaster V rockin' the drums

Yeah, my man Africa Islam is on the drum

Charlie Jam, boy, you know that

B&G's in effect, yeah

XT, Gustie G

King Quality, man, E-Mack, boy, E-Dubb

Yeah, you know whatI"m sayin'? PhD in the house

Yeah, Nat the Cat, D's rockin' a funky beat

Yeah, my man Mike, Mike Love, my man, Henny G

I see you out there, baby, pop

[Verse 11]

DAT, the most requested record

If you don't play this record, you'll be sorry

My whole crew is gonna come down and have to run a bum rush on you

The same stuff to the ground, you know what I'm sayin'?

It's fittin' your eye, and all that fly stuff, you know?

This is what you want, the beat

This is what you want, the rap

This is what you want, Ice-T and DJ Evil E

1988, takin' no prisoners, yeah, boy

Yeah, you're takin' out all simps and suckers

Y'all know the flavor, go tight

The most requested record, everybody loves this record, red alert

Yeah, that's my man, Chuck, you know what time it is, Chuck?

Houston wanna hear this record

LA know what time it is

[Verse 12]

You don't never pick up the phone, you're stupid

There you go again, Nancy, can't you see I'm trying to get through?

Just calm down, like, uh, Sugar Plum

Yo, what's up? Request line

Yes, this is your homeboy, Ronnie from DC

Wearin' red, white, and blue, I've been tryin' to get through

Me and Nancy just wowed 'bout that little song from Ice-T

We don't know the name of it, but if you play it, we'll be more than happy

Don't worry 'bout it, homeboy

We just rocked it, but we gon' rock it again

'Cause that's our most requested record

Written by: Afrika Islam, Ice-T

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