Baby
Baby - Ice Cold lyrics
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Ladies an' Gentlemen, this young man Is the author of the book 'Pimps are people too' He is also the President of Guns, Bitches an' Automobiles He also controls all the seafood trade He got the shrimps, the lobsters, the primes The salmon, the little salmon, the big salmon The sardines, the cardads an' all that Ladies an' gentlemen, put your hands together An' give a warm welcome To Jay Fizzle, my nizzle, fo' shizzle Stunner an' T Kizzie, that's 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 They should have named me Dr. Freeze 'Cause I'm the coldest nigga y'all have seen The day that rap met R n' B You got the Birdman, Jazze an' me Ay, ay, see, I'm so icey, my life so cool So, so icey, the boys are fool Ice from iceman, I ice my boo I iced all over, from my head to her shoe Ice in the mail from Jacob, boo I got a million dollar prala seat behind ya too It's a million dollar mob that's behind me, boo Now watch what the fuck I do Tell me why, why is it so That I'm so ice cold Tell me why, why, is it so That I'm so ice cold I put ice on my mom an' my sister too It's Mister Icey Icey in the burgundy coupe I'd ice my grand-daddy, if he still was here On them white wall tires with them white wall rims The million dollar ice, ice pumped up boots I got ice all over with the million dollar shoes Look at iced up 'dro back, iced up me Watch number 18 as he kill the city Put ice on my Benz, on the 20 inch rims An' 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 I'm from the Ice clique, we unexplainably rich Whole lotta hits, whole lotta chips CEO, the Birdman, whole lotta bricks Put it all together, that's a whole lotta shit Tell me why, why is it so That I'm so ice cold Tell me why, why, is it so That I'm so ice cold I got million dollar game with a 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 Went to the corner, you can see me I'm in the ice cold six four, smokin' 'dro Ballin' nice an' easy, SS that I bought from fresh With the Cali license plate that read, “L.A. is best” Big Wop is iced out an' Ceedi iced out Tiny Toe, Big G, my round's iced out An' Exey icey hot, Busy is too We get money, spit ice an' wear Gucci suits Let me tell you 'bout what we are, is what we are Ice cold money makin', see ya, ma An' we gon' keep ballin' 'til they close the bar An' do the same damn thing tomarra, oh yeah, oh yeah Tell me why, why is it so That I'm so ice cold Tell me why, why, is it so That I'm so ice cold 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, you're too hot for me pimpin' See you stunnin', 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 And keep your head up, say, Elton You still one of the hottest niggas out there, nigga You ain't front at all, nigga, keep ya head up, biatch My brothers in this shit, ya heard me, biatch, biatch Please believe it, [Incomprehensible] Bird call, motherfucker, bird call, motherfucker