Ice Cold lyrics

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
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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