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Baby - Ice Cold

Tekst piosenki:

  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
  [Verse 1]
  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
  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
  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
  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
  [Verse 2]
  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
  I'd ice my grand-daddy, if he still was here
  On the 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 #18 as he kill the cit-ty
  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
  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]
  [Verse 3]
  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
  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
  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
  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

Lyrics - Nieruchomości - Torebki