Icey

DJ Kay Slay & St. Lunatics - Pop, Rap
Icey
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[Verse 1: Nelly] I got a whole herd of cows to die for my six Hockey players pagin' me to practice on my wrist Twenty-inch chocko treads so my whip don't slip Pullin' up, bringin' joy like my nigga Baguette If I go on a rampage, then watch my moe flip Draw from both hips, emptyin' both clips Got a whole lotta niggas wanna ride with me Now that a nigga's so hot, they strike fire from me Thinkin' Nelly 'posed to take 'em out they poverty But when I tell 'em no, they think of robbin' me Son, ain't no stoppin' me, some are home at Iceland Hang with penguins like that's my reason That's like Earth, Wind & Fire, I'm the part that's freezin' Last time you seen Nelly, snowin' in June You ever had a bi-coastal orgy happen off in your room? But what happens in Cancún stays in Cancún now [Chorus: Nelly] Icy that, icy this Icy neck, icy wrist (Oh) Icy Cris', icy miss (Ah) Icy six that seat six Icy fits on five, icy tips (Yeah) Icy that, icy this Icy neck, icy wrist Icy Cris', icy miss (Ayy) Icy six that seat six (Oh) Icy fits on five, icy tips, come on now [Verse 2: Kyjuan] Yo, I live a nice way, I store my jewels in an ice tray How you want it, the man or the mice way? Take two of these karats, call me in the mornin', have an ice day I stay in more leather than Andrew Dice Clay You might say I'm arrogant just because I ain't sharin' it If the check ain't seven digits, I'm tearin' it If the 'Tics can't fit in my whip, then I ain't steerin' it Bomb that rifle 'cause (Boom) now a nigga wearin' it Catch me on my set with my iced-out chain An iced-out rapper with my iced-out name A cold handshake because of my pinky ring Iced-out Cartiers with the iced-out frame Catch me in an iced-out Range with icy dames Puffin' bling-bling while she do the damn thing I'm spendin' half my change on clockin' things And I got an icy game like hockey, man [Verse 3: Ali] I gave knowledge to scientists who brains was locked They didn't know that Iceland was just my jewelry box And the South Pole, that's when I used to sling O's And move the keys and bought diamonds outta control My papa, snowman, mama, Eskimo So many rats that I need pest control Would cop from Jacob, but I don't know where he at So 'til I find the cat, I guess I'll roll with Zach And puff sacks in the hydraulic dancin' cars Got a callus on my hand for poppin' Branson jaws Bitches be prancin' hard 'cause they know we maintain With enough ice to freeze rain in a woodgrain Range Dual exhaust, player, I keep some soft It's the gloss boss, the floss frost across the Randy Moss Until we meet again, y'all keep on servin' 'em out Nicky Sachs, a.k.a. George Durban, what? [Chorus: Nelly] Icy that, icy this Icy neck, icy wrist (Oh) Icy Cris', icy miss (Ah) Icy six that seat six Icy fits on five, icy tips (Yeah) Icy that, icy this Icy neck, icy wrist Icy Cris', icy miss (Ayy) Icy six that seat six (Oh) Icy fits on five, icy tips, come on now [Verse 4: Murphy Lee] Young dude 'bout to do this like a veteran Long shorts, tall Timberlands Flossin' in my icy Vokal, varsity letterman Icy headband to hold my baby dreads in That's what it is, what it better been 'Cause when I get cold, I freeze, when I'm hot, I'm water On ice at all times, hittin' hockey players' daughters I'm like Ralph from The Honeymooners (Why I oughta) Put ice on the STL and my role model for starters I'm like icy as frozen foods with frost, big friends Who all like 'em thin with icy rear ends Nine out of ten get hit Seven out of nine givin' icy head in the icy whip School boy keep an icy fit for icy mitts Who like icy that and icy this Smoke an icy spliff, gettin' icy licked By these Pizza Hut delivery chicks who love tips [Verse 5: City Spud] Yo, yo, yo, ayo, I'm icy when you say Lunatics gon' ride Love when you call me to make your CD hot Hey, this man sayin', "How you go from bottom to top?" Juan B beside me when I do TV slots Now I'm at the bar floatin' from the icy jaw Know who I are when I pull up in the icy car I ice the chain 'cause niggas got twice the change I ice the ring and niggas go to sortin' the game So if I'm hot, I'm hot, if you not, you not And if I'm clockin' dough, let me tick and tock And if love ready to rock, yo, I'm hot to trot Courtney B ready to rock, I'm hot to trot Yellow Mack ready to rock, I'm hot to trot Cougar Love say I'm hot, then I'm buyin' a yacht And a drop to shock these niggas who jock D's Think he like shock Eve, like the icy watchees Put these on six E's, if I want it, I get it I do it for public', so honeys'll love this, uh
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Credits
- Writers
- Ali (St. Lunatics)
- Nelly
- Jay E (USA)
- Kyjuan
- Steve Wills
- City Spud
- Murphy Lee