*featuring Jazze Pha, TQ
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[Baby]
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Ladies and Gentlemen, this young man is the author of the book
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Pimps are people too
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He is also the president of guns, bitches, and automobiles
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He also controls all the seafood trade
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He got, the skrimps, the lobsters, the primes
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The selmon, the little selmon, the big selmen
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The sardines, the cardads, and all that
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Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together and give a warm welcome
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To Jay fizzle, my nizzle, fo shizzle
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(Turn up J. Fizzle's microphone)
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[Jazze Pha - in backround]
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Tell me why, why, is it soo
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That I'm soo-oh, ice cold (ice cold)
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Tell me why, why, is it soo
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That I'm soo-oh, ice cold
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[Verse 1]
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[Baby]
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Stunner and T Kizzie, thats so icey
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Mommy gave me rangs on the back of my bikey
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I got the mink coat for wifey, wifey
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Icey icey, my wifey wifey
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[TQ]
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They should have named me Dr. Freeze
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Cause I'm the coldest nigga y'all done seen
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The day that rap met r&b
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Got the birdman, Jazze, and me
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[Baby]
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Ay, ay, see I'm so icey, my life so cool
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So so icey, the boys a fool
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Ice from iceman, I ice my boo
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Iced all over, from my head to her shoe
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[TQ]
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Ice in the mail from Jacob boo
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I got a million dollar prala seat behind ya too
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It's million dollar mob thats behind me boo
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Now watch what the fuck I do
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(Wipe em down, wipe em down, biatch)
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[Chorus - Jazze Pha]
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Tell me why, why, (whyyy) is it soo (is it soo)
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That I'm soo-oh, ice cold (so ice cold)
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Tell me why, why, is it soo, (tell me whyyy) soo
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That I'm soo-oh, ice cold
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[Verse 2]
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[Baby]
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Ay, ay, T Kizzie, r&b round
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I put ice on my mom, and my sister too
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It's mister icey icey, in the burgendy coupe
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[TQ]
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I'd ice my grand-daddy, if he still was here
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On the white-wall tires, with them white-wall rims
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[Baby]
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The million dollar ice, ice pumped up boots
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I got ice all over, with the million dollar shoes
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[TQ]
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Look at iced up dro back, iced up me
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Watch #18 as he kill the cit-ty
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[Baby]
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Put ice on my benz, on the 20 inch rims
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And I ice my lens with the burberry tims
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I got ice on my wrist, too cold to melt
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Pinky ring, icey icey, in a bird nest
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[TQ]
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I'm from the ice clique, we unexplainably rich
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Whole lot of hits, whole lot of chips
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C-O the birdman, whole lot of bricks
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Put it all together, thats a whole lot of shit
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[Chrous - Jazze Pha]
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[Verse 3]
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[Baby]
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Ay, ay, T Kizzie, big pimpin
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I got million dollar game, with as fly as freak
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Princess, bigness, ice on my teeth
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Round shape, we shape, my shit is a fool
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I got 15 karats, icey ice my boo
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[TQ]
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Went to the corner, you can see me
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I'm in the ice cold six four, smokin dro
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Ballin nice and e-z, ss that I bought from fresh
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With the Cali license plate that read L.A. is best
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[Baby]
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Big Wop is iced out, and Ceedi iced out
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Tiny-toe, big g, my rounds iced out
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And Exey icey hot, and busy is too
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We get money, spit ice, and wear gucci suits
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[TQ]
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Let me tell you bout what we are, is what we are
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Ice cold money makin, see ya marra
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And we gon keep ballin til they close the bar
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And do the same damn thing tomarra
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Oh yeah, oh yeah
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[Chorus - Jazze pha]
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Fo sho nigga, y'all know who want this ice shit
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For this game nigga, it ain't no secret
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See ya morra for life nigga
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My whole crew shinnin nigga
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Busy, birdman, third world magnolia, biatch
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Say T Queezie, your too hot for me pimpin
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See you stunnin, and you talk enough shit to make a cripple man walk
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I'm a tell you like this dog
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See Jimmy you holdin down back there nigga, keep your head up
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Say Elton, you still one of the hottest niggas out there nigga
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You aint front at all nigga, keep ya head up, biatch
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My brothers in this shit ya heard me, biatch, biatch
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Brrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
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Birdcall motherfucker, birdcall motherfucker
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Ice Cold
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Baby AKA The #1 Stunna |