Walkin On Ice Lyrics - Oj Da Juiceman

Said we walkin on ice with our wrists like BRRR 

And our chain like AYE, and our diamonds like OKAY 

And our cars be super fast, and we smokin up that gans 

Twista, Juiceman, Gucci Mane, we get that cash 

(Young Juice!) 

Now when I spit it for the niggaz and the bitches 

I be comin with a flow and it be so, bizarre (yup) 

Kick ass like Bruce Lee, cause I got diamonds like "WA-TAH!" 

And the kush is like "WA-TAH!" And the cars is like "OOOOH" 

My sound effects make 'em say "You's a motherfuckin fool" 

You can tell from the streets I got love and I'm fresh and you can't take it 

You could tell from the neck I'm plugged, yes I'm in the (Matrix) 

OJ and Gucci, please tell me who the nigga right there that be seen wit'cha 

Named after the car so call me Pearl Tangerine Twista 

If she is my cheeba then she is my fiancée (fiancée) 

My nina's a diva so I call her Beyoncé (Beyoncé) 

My chain got me leanin so I call it my Bombay (Bombay) 

And my, watch is conceited so I call it a Kanye (Kanye) 

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I'm smokin on that ganja like a Rasta 

Jewelry's sick, my jeweler need a doctor 

You're not my type of hype, girl you look like a monster 

Head game lame, Gucci Mane'll flunk ya 

Candy ice game, thuggin since a youngster 

Candy watch game, watch like Willy Wonka 

Don't make me tell my nigga Wooh to trunk ya 

Or Waka Flocka Flame to double pump ya 

Comma comma comma, boy go run ya banks up 

Me and Juiceman, let's go buy some more stuff 

Fuck a broad man, we down to put the house up 

Put your hood up, then step ya game up 

Alaska and Atlanta, fo' rings shawty 

Three chains swang, D-U-B's on my charger 

Yes, I'm a stunner, and I'm doin numbers 

Right wrist nasty, left wrist dumber 

I stunt the whole hun'ned on a necklace and a Hummer 

Ballin like a NBA star with them commas 

Chain like Karate Kid kickin white diamonds 

Wax on, wax off, damn my diamonds shinin 

Pull up in that gray thang, 28 Asanti's 

Fo' pockets full cause Juiceman get that money 

Six cell phones, two trap spots bunky 

Young Juiceman blowin pounds of that funky