Archive for April, 2008

A.f.i. – I Wanna Mohawk

April 30th, 2008

I Wanna Mohawk (But Mom Won’t Let Me Get One

I may be ten years old but I still know what’s up.
I wear my Cramps shirt almost every single day.
I want to sag my pants.
I want to pogo dance,
But mom won’t let me so I might just run away.
I wanna ride my skate.
I wanna stay out late.
I want a mohawk but mom won’t let me get one.
I wanna go to shows.
Don’t wanna pierce my nose.
I want a mohawk but mom won’t let me get one.
I may be in fourth grade,
But I know what’s going on.

I listen to the Misfits almost every single day.
Don’t want to take a nap.
I want a TV tat,
But mom won’t let me so I might just disobey.

I wanna ride my skate.
I wanna stay out late.
I want a mohawk but mom won’t let me get one.
I wanna go to shows.
Don’t wanna pierce my nose.
I want a mohawk but mom won’t let me get one.

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A.f.i. – Key Lime Pie

April 30th, 2008

Key Lime Pie

Key lime. Infatuation that shouldn’t exist.
Key lime Pie.
Indulge and I am in your debt.
Key lime pie.
Inspire me with foolish love.
Key lime pie,
Your green filling makes me inept.
Flaky crust is what I lust.
Your fresh lime scent is a must.
Take me with coffee, never with tea.
You’re the pie that pleases me!
People gawk “Is that pie green?

” Ask for a bite – “Fuck you, I’m mean.”
Key lime pie – cheapest hooker
I’ve ever had.
Key lime pie.
Last slice gleaming,
If you’re out I’m mad.
Key lime pie.
Poke fun and laugh and jest.
Key lime pie.
Don’t bother me, digest key lime pie.

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Baby – Baby You Can Do It

April 30th, 2008

Oh yeah, believe it baby
Aight Toni, come on Toni

[Toni Braxton]
Baby you can do it
Take your time do it right
You can do it birdman, do it tonight
Get you shine baby
It’s your time, do it tonight
(Do it yeah)

[Verse 1]
Ay, ay, ay
See this stuntin, pimpin, cadalliac dippin
Grey-head miss Gladys, your son new mission
Birdman daddy, no divin for fishes
Until you ducks, I’m stackin my riches
Brought mami to the mall and she ball wit a genius
Frankie B, Kristen Desmenfifler
Stilleto boot, wife beater and I minked her
Spend like crazy, if the broad freak me
Dro back jersey, the world wide champion
Baby, in a coupe spin bout eighty
Bird island, know that I’m smilin
Broads on my yaught, wit they gucci and proper
Hood rich, I’m sellin that
Hood rats, cost dime a dollar
Boss pimpin got sick off of power
Get it how you live, I’m a known survivor

[Chorus - Toni Braxton]
Baby you can do it
Take your time do it right
You can do it birdman, do it tonight
Get you shine baby
It’s your time, do it tonight
Uh, uh, oh, baby, take your time
Bust they eye (bust they eye)
Uh, uh, oh, baby, take your time
Bust they eye

[Verse 2]
Well it’s the birdman daddy, I’ll fly in any weather
I keep the birdlady with the feather in the pezzle
Always on the rock with the full length leather
I’m in the Benz, she in a new Lexus

22′s cause we bird infested
Ruby red with the platinum necklace
She in the Escalade, so wild stretchin
I’m so so fly, the man done blessed me
Mami in the village so while dressed em
Mink on the boots wit the minked out sweater
Mink on the floor, with the mink chinchetta
Mink on the Gucci, with the mink on the leather
See I’m fly on these , mami ride on voles
Stop and go’s on that new Range Rover
Time to go home, cause I gots to go because
(Mami is in the bed with the breakfast on the stove)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Hey pimp, it’s the rich and famous
You drivin wreckless, you drivin dangerous
Twenty inches on the caddy, don’t blame me
Slab on the floor, but it’s my turn baby
Money ain’t natin to me
See that birdman Jr., that somethin to me
What you know about runnin these streets
Get it how you live, and get it how ya be
Get it how ya hustle, and get it how ya see
Off parole so i’m puffin these trees
I’m so so high, I’m a world wide G
Connected to these streets, playa this cash money

[Chorus]

[Baby in the backround]
Oh yeah, Stunner and TB man
Yo turn baby, got your mink on
Your gucci on, your prala on
Do it, do it big
In yo new truck wit yo stop and go’s, mami
It’s supposed to look so so so fly
Ya done dig, 23′s they on turn and shine ya done dig
Birdman daddy, I’m fly in any weather
Ok, fo sheezie baby

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Baby – Do That

April 30th, 2008

[Intro: P. Diddy]

C’mon now, c’mon now

Cash Money, Bad Boy baby

Let’s go

[Baby]

Pretty lady go on do dat dance

Pretty lady go on do dat dance (c’mon now, let’s go)

Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Sexy momma go on do dat dance (c’mon now)

Make it move for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)

Make it jingle for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)

Touch it down to the floo’ (do you like dat daddy?)

Pick it up and let’s go (do you like dat daddy?)

[Baby]

See I walk through the club wit my Prada on

Vallet to da keys cuz tha cars so strong

Twenty four whoooo, mami know too

Ballas come through tha side doo’ wit they crew

I went left and Puff went right

Plus we had on all that ice

I had a bald chick he had one too

I had a mink on she had one too

[P. Diddy talking]

Hey Birdman hold up a second

You see them ladies over there?

Them ladies singing that thing, ladies sing

Yeah, I like that there

Finish what you were saying

[Baby]

I bought tha bar out so he bought tha bar too

It ain’t nothin to a balla mami do what we do

Pimp game wear big rings

Birdman drive a red Range

[Chorus: Baby]

Pretty lady go on do dat dance

Pretty lady go on do dat dance (c’mon now, let’s go)

Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Sexy momma go on do dat dance (c’mon now, let’s go)

Pretty lady go on do dat dance

Pretty lady go on do dat dance (c’mon now, let’s go)

Sexy momma go on do dat dance

Sexy momma go on do that dance (c’mon now)

Make it move for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)

Make it jingle for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)

Touch it down to the floo’ (do you like dat daddy?)

Pick it up and let’s go (do you like dat daddy?)

Make it move for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)

Make it jingle for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)

Touch it down to the floo’ (do you like dat daddy?)

Pick it up and let’s go (do you like dat daddy?)

[P. Diddy]

Now shake it fast, watch yo’self

Ma show me what you workin wit twurk dat thang

Bounce like dat girl work that thang

Make a pimp wanna hurt that thang

Stop frontin ma and do dat dance

Make yo knees touch ya elbows and do dat dere

What you got dere? Bend ova show that tattoo right there

Jus shake it, shake it, break it, break it

Now look at you momma, oooohh, high cut

I see from behind ya, oooohh, she’s all that

Baby you a designa wit a, coach bag

Wit a scarf around it wit a, coach hat

Smack it up, slap it up, let me turn it up

Til you steam and you scream, I’m burnin up

On tha scene I seen her doin the butt

Keep doin what your doin to her, let’s go

[Chorus]

[P. Diddy]

I see you lookin at me momma like you could, drop somethin

Keep lookin at me momma cause you a, hot somethin

Girl shake it around, like you got somethin

No playin around momma, stop frontin

[Baby]

I see what you doin mami, um hum

I like the way you move mami (*bird sounds*)

Me and Diddy could buy you a car, ma

Me and Diddy could make you a star, ma

See those? Let’s go

Tell hot get them broads I’ll bring ‘em to the car show

Wipe a pimp down, touch the floo’

Bend ova pop it love, show me what’cha know

[Chorus]

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Baby – Do That Shit

April 30th, 2008

[Intro: P. Diddy]
C’mon now, c’mon now
Cash Money, Bad Boy baby
Let’s go

[Baby]
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance (c’mon now, let’s go)
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance (c’mon now)
Make it move for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Make it jingle for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Touch it down to the floo’ (do you like dat daddy?)
Pick it up and let’s go (do you like dat daddy?)

[Baby]
See I walk through the club wit my Prada on
Vallet to da keys cuz tha cars so strong
Twenty four whoooo, mami know too
Ballas come through tha side doo’ wit they crew
I went left and Puff went right
Plus we had on all that ice
I had a bald chick he had one too
I had a mink on she had one too

[P. Diddy talking]
Hey Birdman hold up a second
You see them ladies over there?
Them ladies singing that thing, ladies sing
Yeah, I like that there
Finish what you were saying

[Baby]
I bought tha bar out so he bought tha bar too
It ain’t nothin to a balla mami do what we do
Pimp game wear big rings
Birdman drive a red Range

[Chorus: Baby]
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance (c’mon now, let’s go)
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do dat dance (c’mon now, let’s go)
Pretty lady go on do dat dance
Pretty lady go on do dat dance (c’mon now, let’s go)
Sexy momma go on do dat dance
Sexy momma go on do that dance (c’mon now)
Make it move for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Make it jingle for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)

Touch it down to the floo’ (do you like dat daddy?)
Pick it up and let’s go (do you like dat daddy?)
Make it move for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Make it jingle for me baby (do you like dat daddy?)
Touch it down to the floo’ (do you like dat daddy?)
Pick it up and let’s go (do you like dat daddy?)

[P. Diddy]
Now shake it fast, watch yo’self
Ma show me what you workin wit twurk dat thang
Bounce like dat girl work that thang
Make a pimp wanna hurt that thang
Stop frontin ma and do dat dance
Make yo knees touch ya elbows and do dat dere
What you got dere? Bend ova show that tattoo right there
Jus shake it, shake it, break it, break it
Now look at you momma, oooohh, high cut
I see from behind ya, oooohh, she’s all that
Baby you a designa wit a, coach bag
Wit a scarf around it wit a, coach hat
Smack it up, slap it up, let me turn it up
Til you steam and you scream, I’m burnin up
On tha scene I seen her doin the butt
Keep doin what your doin to her, let’s go

[Chorus]

[P. Diddy]
I see you lookin at me momma like you could, drop somethin
Keep lookin at me momma cause you a, hot somethin
Girl shake it around, like you got somethin
No playin around momma, stop frontin

[Baby]
I see what you doin mami, um hum
I like the way you move mami (*bird sounds*)
Me and Diddy could buy you a car, ma
Me and Diddy could make you a star, ma
See those? Let’s go
Tell hot get them broads I’ll bring ‘em to the car show
Wipe a pimp down, touch the floo’
Bend ova pop it love, show me what’cha know

[Chorus]

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Baby – Ghetto Life

April 30th, 2008

1056

[Man talking]
Ok, we got the Birdman in the building (the birdman)
We got Killa in the building (yeah)
We got Young Weezy in the building (Weezy)

[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
Nigga it’s, B-M, J-R, Weezy baby
Tryna see him, naw, he need to even eighty (shut yo chips up)
And, I ain’t speakin G’s, I’m talkin M
And I’m walkin like a pimp in (piiiiiimp) them all street tims
Man shorty got more green than a Boston Gems
Green (?) , they don’t cost in rims
Wayne appear, nigga put a walls in ya ear
Let ya know a fuckin boss up in here
How much it cost for this here?
How much it cost for this year?
Cuz Me and Stunna bout to buy it
Put yo spoons down, Cash Money off the diet
I pass in a ride on triot, that’s traze
But those who was in the days when the teachers was on that pay
I’m raise in the cajun cage, with a bit of amazing grace
And prone to move coke at a amazing pace
Man my daddy super Dave, let’s race it
Real not have me, B I’ma win it, I’m a champ

[Chorus: TQ]
In the ghetto life, I’m a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy)
Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets
(Somebody tell me what’s crackin before)
I’m a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup
For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin me
Ghetto, ghetto, Ghetto Life

[Verse 2: Baby]
Aye, aye, holla at me T-Keez, T-Keezy, Birdman, Birdman
See I ride in them shake (34′s) when I’m pimpin these hoes (beyotch!)
It’s just that, (TQ:Sunshine City!) when I’m smokin that dro
When it comes to this ice, real livin his life
Get moeny, pimpin hoes, with these ghetto type
Nigga check the background, I got O.G. stripe
Just a hoodrich nigga flippin birds on a bike
Not survive in this world with guns, pahs, and knifes
Pour out, a lil’ liquor, mami lost her life
All my niggas in the penitentiary holdin that life
See I’m stunnin for my niggas with this chromed out pipes
This swish interry foreign german lifes (beyotch)
And I keep this big toolie just protect my ice (holla at me nigga)
I act, a damn fool, when I’m full of that white (absolute beyotch)
But it’s the Birdman daddy with these ghe-tto stripes
Ghe-tto hood (Uptown), Ghe-tto pipe (9 Millimeter)
Ghe-tto walk (yeah), With my ghe-tto life (Beyotch)

[Chorus: TQ]
In the ghetto life, I’m a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy)

Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets
I’m a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup
For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin meeeee
Ghetto, ghetto, I’m a Ghetto Life

[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Uh-huh, Diplomats, man listen
Ayyo the duck just born, I need seven more leaders
C-Five, Fo’-Fum, and a Seven-Fo’ fever (what else)
Act up though I let the Fo’ fever leave ya (leave ya)
Dice game, head crack, Six-Fo’ fever (fever)
When I’m in L.A., I got Six-Fo’ fever (fever)
Fever for the flava of a six-foot diva (let ‘em know)
I told the po to feave her, I’m a bouty crook
Out to juuust, not a chef (?) know how to cook
With the piece stocks, cook up the rocks
Seventh Delenix is hot, I done cook up the block
Send glocks to ya block, out done cook up yo sspotss
That’s how coke for that cook up his watch (what else though?)
I’m one of those, that will look up to Pac (why?)
Cuz when I get pulled over, cook up the cops (damn, follow what)
All they say is, look at his drop (what else?)
Hand on my liscence, look at his watch (fuck em)
But, thug shit dogg, we down with Baby (baby)
We come through clownin baby (baby)
And if we, surrounded babies, ducktape the kids to the wall
Then shoot circle all around the baby, Killa!

[Chorus: TQ]
In the ghetto life, I’m a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy)
Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets
I’m a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup
For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin meeeee
Ghetto, ghetto, In a Ghetto Life

[Cam'Ron talking]
It’s nothin man, Killa!
Diplomats, Cash Money
Baby, holla!
Jim Jones, Santana, what’s good, Roc-a-Fella
(brrrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrr!)

[Man talking]
Birdman
Fly, to hood near you
Then they got ‘em cheap (whoo!)
(Yeah, ya know, ya know)
Get that call out one more time
(brrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrrr!) 3x
*beat fades*

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Baby – Heads Up

April 30th, 2008

[Chorus (Baby)]
I hear them people coming daddy (Heads up!)
You better get to running daddy (Heads up!)
They walking through the court man (Heads up!)
You better stash your dope man (Heads up!)

(Lac)
I hear them people coming daddy (Heads up!)
You better get to running daddy (Heads up!)
They walking through the court man (Heads up!)
You better stash your dope man (Heads up!)

[Baby]
Aye, I heard it was a murder (murder)
Robbing and kidnapping
Lil one with that jaw jacking
Saying that he stacking – ain’t packing
That tool go to clapping
You hear that “click…pow”
Move out before the “click, click…pow”

[Stone]
Man I don’t like that nigga anyway
I heard he been ratting

[Lac]
We can drag him to the river Stone

[Stone]
Nah, leave him for Atrice

[Lac]
Look, I’m a gangsta, hustler, hoodlum (slow down)
I came with the four pounds (pounds)
So fucking let it go down (go down)
I’m tired of them niggas talking
I’m letting the trigga sparker
Bull dog barking – Cadillac done did em’ awful

[Baby]
He ratting, stooping, bitching, and busting balls
Say Lac, I’ma send this nigga to the mall (It is what it is)
Its one way in dog – Heads up!
Grab on them K-9 dogs

[Chorus]

[Stone]
Stunna a street nigga, straight up
Make him act as money
And I don’t sleep nigga
I stay up in a black 600

I play for keeps nigga (so pay up, ain’t jacking nothing)
The price is cheap nigga (Heads up! Crackers coming)

[Baby]
See I’m a known D Boy so they hits my spot
Put my homies on they knees and they check for rocks
So we change stash spots cause the blocks is hot
On the rag-less cars so they can’t clip my spots

[Lac]
The Caprice’s on the block moving slow-ly (slow-ly)
That’s the mother fucking po-lice
Here come the laws nigga heads up (heads up)
Better raise up (raise up) Big chips if ya made something

[Baby]
Move, move out nigga
They coming through (what about the traffic daddy?)
Nigga, fuck you!
Heads up you know what to do
You best to break, run, cause nigga they coming through

[Chorus]

[Lac]
They told me put my hands on the car and show me your hands
I had some raw in my draws so I broke out and ran
I can’t afford to be busted til my money advance
But I’m running with the Birdman – so I’m straight nigga

[Baby]
I’m on the block with the rocks and the 44
Its hot and we still burn a pound of dro’
Million stashed in the trunk or compartment doors
A hundred birds stashed in a Bentley four door

[Stone]
I’m sticking to Tha G-Code – Tees and Bauts
Break it up (?) covered in rocks
Got a bitch on every exit that’s holding my blocks
And I drive a (?) but keep my Lexus by my older shops
Streets watching – I know that’s why I’m on my shit
When them people riding with four doors – up my click
Showing them off to rookie cops to watch out for me
And I know this from crooked cops that get blocks from me

[Chorus (Fades to Baby talking)]

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Baby – How It Be

April 30th, 2008

[Baby]
See the party won’t start ’till I walk in
And I might start over with them Burberry tims
Me and J.D. with ’bout 10 of our friends
The Benz, the Lexus with the bubble eye lens
Bentley, coupes with the rag top vets
Brand new caddy with the jews and jets

[J.D.]
Throw up your sets up your bets
I’m the big check sign nigga rhyme nigga 24 I’m grindin’
Nigga hot boys since runnin’ they was singin’
Here we go spendin’ dough shit you ain’t know
I works this pimp juice
Cash Money and So So Def all hell ’bout to break loose

[Chorus: TQ]
Every city town I go
Y’all know just how it be
When I come threw I shut it down
Cuz ain’t no body bad like me
From the girls in the club that be shakin’ they ass
To the way that we make your speakers blast
Last name Money first name is Cash
Y’all know y’all know just how it be

[Baby]

Big pimpin and hustlin we riding and dubbin’
When we walk threw the club all the hoes be huggin
More money more pain three colors on the range
We threw it out the roof screamin money ain’t a thang
Visit JD get a boo and see it (holla)
We Gucci down from the head to the feet
The Cash Money model this nigga be greedy
And these horny hoes holla stunna please fini..

[J.D.]
I’m the loud over the top type
Never quiet when I come to your town I’m trying to start me a riot
Fuck your diet
Me and my niggas keep eating
Heating like DeNiro in the middle of the street and
I represent those that party all night
Shut down the club screamin green light
It’s me and the Birdman ya heard
Please be clear It’s so much stunnin going on in here

[Chorus] – repeat 4X

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Baby – I Got To

April 30th, 2008

[Lil Wayne]
Bitch look up in the sky it’s the bird fucking man
Junior daddy – shitting on the game
You probably see me sitting on the Range
I’m hustling – look up in the sky it’s a bird of some cain
Aye, I flip it twice and I serve in the game
Shout it “Ride fly, 20 birds on that thang”
I say shout it “Ride high dro burn my brain”
Gotta let a boy – I re-earn my thang
And my five pound germ might sing
A song – if you wanna sing say “Bling”
And if you ever see my pa say “King”
And if you ever see his son say “Weezy baby!”
New prints of the Big Easy baby
Ya’ll niggas can’t see me, but I see you lil Pha Pha baby
Ya dude can’t lose – I’ma spread my wings and fly away brrrr!

[Chorus]
Know why I stay so fucking fly?
Stay dipped in every kind of ice?
Big rims on every ride?
Cause I got to, I got to nigga

Live life you ain’t gone live it twice
Pop ‘cris, smoke dro, and get that white
Don’t worry ‘bout the price
Cause I got you, I got to nigga

[Baby]
It’s the king of the flyer
That ride skinny tires
I’m so so high and I’m so so higher
Its me and Jr. that’s so so fly
Fuck them other niggas cause they need to retire
We pluck polar bear winter on my side
Sitting on the swine – alligator punch-line
Super stitch in my leather – pockets full of cheddar

Smoke sticky, icky, icky, icky
We drank absolute cristal for breakfast
New whips come out – I puts it together
Tell you how I do it – I change my leather
No stock Blackwood with the foreign feathers
And German eyes with them Gucci sweaters
Bought mami the matching shit and plucked her feathers
I wipe it down bitch – bird lady forever
Birdman switch from Rees to (?) leather

[Chorus]

[Baby]
She was a raggedy bitch, switched her up, cleaned her life
You no longer a scrub you the Birdman’s wife
So don’t you think twice about this mink and leather shit
You drive by the hood and bird shit on a bitch
Drive anything you want cause you the Birdman’s bitch
Get anything you need and you roll with the clique
Go to the club and get a front row seat
Pop mo Don P just shit on a bitch
See your fly now mami – used to be a dirty bitch
Got all these hoes trying to ride your dick
You maintain mami – you never just wild out
That’s why Stunna put you in that big ass house
With the German floors with the wood grain side
Mink on the door with the foreign G ride
(?) Bird berry Gucci be a surprise
No cost too high for my bitch to stay fly

[Chorus 1x fades to talking]

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Baby – Ice Cold (feat. Jazze Pha, T Q)

April 30th, 2008

F25
[Baby]
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]

[Baby]
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

[TQ]
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

[Baby]
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

[TQ]
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]

[Baby]
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

[TQ]
I’d ice my grand-daddy, if he still was here
On the white-wall tires, with them white-wall rims

[Baby]
The million dollar ice, ice pumped up boots
I got ice all over, with the million dollar shoes

[TQ]
Look at iced up dro back, iced up me

Watch #18 as he kill the cit-ty

[Baby]
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

[TQ]
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]

[Baby]
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

[TQ]
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

[Baby]
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

[TQ]
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

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