Birdman, TQ, Jazze Pha - Ice Cold lyrics

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)
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

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
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
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
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)

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

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
I'd ice my grand daddy, if he still was here
On the white-wall tires
With them white-wall rims
The million dollar ice, ice pumped up boots
I got ice all over
With the million dollar shoes
Look at iced up dro back, iced up me
Watch #18 as he kill the cit-ty
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
I'm from the ice clique
We unexplainably rich
Whole lot of hit's, whole lot of chips
C-O the birdman, whole lot of bricks
Put it all together
Thats a whole lot of shit

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

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
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 LA is best
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 suit's
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

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

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 ain't front at all nigga
Keep ya head up, biatch
My brothers in this shit ya heard me, biatch
Biatch brrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Birdcall motherfucker, birdcall motherfucker