[Baby:] 

Ladies and Gentlemen, this young man is the author of the book 

Pimps are people too 

He is also the president of guns, bitches, and automobiles 

He also controls all the seafood trade 

He got, the skrimps, the lobsters, the primes 

The selmon, the little selmon, the big selmen 

The sardines, the cardads, and all that 

Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together and give a warm welcome 

To Jay fizzle, my nizzle, fo shizzle 

(Turn up J. Fizzle's microphone) 

[Jazze Pha - in backround] 

Tell me why, why, is it soo 

That I'm soo-oh, ice cold (ice cold) 

Tell me why, why, is it soo 

That I'm soo-oh, ice cold 



[Baby:] 

Stunner and T Kizzie, thats so icey 

Mommy gave me rangs on the back of my bikey 

I got the mink coat for wifey, wifey 

Icey icey, my wifey wifey 

[TQ:] 

They should have named me Dr. Freeze 

Cause I'm the coldest nigga y'all done seen 

The day that rap met r&b 

Got the birdman, Jazze, and me 

[Baby:] 

Ay, ay, see I'm so icey, my life so cool 

So so icey, the boys a fool 

Ice from iceman, I ice my boo 

Iced all over, from my head to her shoe 

[TQ:] 

Ice in the mail from Jacob boo 

I got a million dollar prala seat behind ya too 

It's million dollar mob thats behind me boo 

Now watch what the fuck I do 

(Wipe em down, wipe em down, biatch) 



[Chorus: Jazze Pha] 

Tell me why, why, (whyyy) is it soo (is it soo) 

That I'm soo-oh, ice cold (so ice cold) 

Tell me why, why, is it soo, (tell me whyyy) soo 

That I'm soo-oh, ice cold 



[Baby:] 

Ay, ay, T Kizzie, r&b round 

I put ice on my mom, and my sister too 

It's mister icey icey, in the burgendy coupe 

[TQ:] 

I'd ice my grand-daddy, if he still was here 

On the white-wall tires, with them white-wall rims 

[Baby:] 

The million dollar ice, ice pumped up boots 

I got ice all over, with the million dollar shoes 

[TQ:] 

Look at iced up dro back, iced up me 

Watch #18 as he kill the cit-ty 

[Baby:] 

Put ice on my benz, on the 20 inch rims 

And I ice my lens with the burberry tims 

I got ice on my wrist, too cold to melt 

Pinky ring, icey icey, in a bird nest 

[TQ:] 

I'm from the ice clique, we unexplainably rich 

Whole lot of hits, whole lot of chips 

C-O the birdman, whole lot of bricks 

Put it all together, thats a whole lot of shit 



[Chrous: Jazze Pha] 



[Baby:] 

Ay, ay, T Kizzie, big pimpin 

I got million dollar game, with as fly as freak 

Princess, bigness, ice on my teeth 

Round shape, we shape, my shit is a fool 

I got 15 karats, icey ice my boo 

[TQ:] 

Went to the corner, you can see me 

I'm in the ice cold six four, smokin dro 

Ballin nice and e-z, ss that I bought from fresh 

With the Cali license plate that read L.A. is best 

[Baby:] 

Big Wop is iced out, and Ceedi iced out 

Tiny-toe, big g, my rounds iced out 

And Exey icey hot, and busy is too 

We get money, spit ice, and wear gucci suits 

[TQ:] 

Let me tell you bout what we are, is what we are 

Ice cold money makin, see ya marra 

And we gon keep ballin til they close the bar 

And do the same damn thing tomarra 

Oh yeah, oh yeah 



[Chorus: Jazze pha] 



Fo sho nigga, y'all know who want this ice shit 

For this game nigga, it ain't no secret 

See ya morra for life nigga 

My whole crew shinnin nigga 

Busy, birdman, third world magnolia, biatch 

Say T Queezie, your too hot for me pimpin 

See you stunnin, and you talk enough shit to make a cripple man walk 

I'm a tell you like this dog 

See Jimmy you holdin down back there nigga, keep your head up 

Say Elton, you still one of the hottest niggas out there nigga 

You aint front at all nigga, keep ya head up, biatch 

My brothers in this shit ya heard me, biatch, biatch 

Brrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr 

Birdcall motherfucker, birdcall motherfucker