Ice Cold Lyrics - Singles - Baby Aka The #1 Stunna

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 salmon, the little salmon, 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 

Hey, turn up J. Fizzle's microphone 

Stunner and 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 done seen 

Day that rap met R&B 

We 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 that's behind me, boo 

Now watch what the fuck I do 

Wipe 'em down, wipe 'em down, biatch 

Tell me why, why is it so 

That I'm so, oh, ice cold? 

Tell me why, why is it so 

That I'm so, oh, ice cold? 

Ay, ay, T Kizzie, R&B around 

I put ice on my mom and 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 

It's the million dollar ice, ice pumped up boots 

I got ice all over, with the million dollar shoe 

Look at iced up dro back, iced up me 

Watch number eighteen as he kill the city 

Put ice on my Benz, on the twenty inch rims 

And I ice my lens with the barberry 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, that's a whole lot of shit 

Tell me why, why is it so 

That I'm so, oh, ice cold? 

Tell me why, why is it so 

That I'm so, oh, ice cold? 

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 fifteen 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, S S 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 

Tell me why, why is it so 

That I'm so, oh, ice cold? 

Tell me why, why is it so 

That I'm so, oh, 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 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, I'ma say 

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

You ain't front at all nigga, keep ya head up, biatch 

My brother's in this shit ya heard me, biatch 

Please believe me, nigga 

[Incomprehensible] 

Birdcall, motherfucker, motherfucker