Red Cafe - Ice Cold Lyrics
(Intro)Let's get ready to rumble!Saratosa, the Notorious BIGBack to flight schoolHow's yo *****?East side niggas, what it be like? Shit down(Hook)Ice, ice coldThat's a cold mutha*****a, ice ice coldThat's a cold mutha*****a, ice ice coldMutha*****a, ice ice coldThat's a cold mutha*****a, ice ice cold(Verse)Ice, ice cold***** all the bullshit, we takin overAll my niggas be stuntin heavy like they supposed toWe won the trophy, ***** all them nomineesNow I'm prayin to god for all my rivalriesIce, ice coldThat's a cold mutha*****a, ice ice cold***** wit my money might be your last dayWe smokin' niggas, I'm gon' need an ashtrayStrip off her lingerie like a robberiesI made her cum fast like she was JapaneseShe listen to Drizzy, Weezy and Trigga TreyI said whatever baby, you getting dick todayHah, thug life, that's swole likeShakedown, we got the best dope priceYea(Hook)Ice, ice coldThat's a cold mutha*****a, ice ice coldThat's a cold mutha*****a, ice ice coldMutha*****a, ice ice coldThat's a cold mutha*****a, ice ice cold(Verse)Ice, ice coldThese niggas counterfeit, they ain't bout shitI be weighin stacks, ain't got time to count shitI'm just tryna get ahead while we get some headFirst flock a nigga, they know I get to the breadYea, ice ice coldI'm a bad mutha*****a, bad like MichaelLet's get itShit might look trippy but we ain't trippin though(What else?)Might just be sippin but we ain't mixin though(What else?)All the time I ran, was on the federalesMy chick be on the Aderol or they on the mollyGot that album, still getting that buckle outThey waitin for this shit like Mayweather and Pacquiao(Hook)Ice, ice coldThat's a cold mutha*****a, ice ice coldThat's a cold mutha*****a, ice ice coldMutha*****a, ice ice coldThat's a cold mutha*****a, ice ice cold(Verse)I'm runnin the town, no *****in aroundI'm *****in with Hov, I'm back on the brownWalk through the valley, the shadow of deathI'm pitchin the white like I'm back when I'm outBangin this ***** while you on yo feelingsMakin a killin, got work and I'm villainLivin the life of a hustla childPop me a freak then I'm back to the dealinWe in the streets, just me and my dawgRidin around with the strap and it *****edMy niggas shooters, my *****es is bout itWe smoking and drinkin, get *****ed by the lawIce, ice coldAnd we back to the hood with the OG kush, that boy psycho(Outro)Aye man kill that beat manKill that shit niggaPsycho 2, what else?(Fatality, fatality)This is Donald Trump and who kid you're fired
