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название:

Iceman


автор:

Lloyd Banks


жанры: rap
альбомы: Rotten Apple
рейтинг: ★★★★★ / 5.6 / 1564 просмотра
Yeah, I'm backThey know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
I ain't your friend boy, I'll f*** your wife man
Look at my left, now look at my right hand
Every time I move it looks like a strike of lightningMy name is Banks, but you can call me Igloo
There's white rocks on my neck and my wrist's blue
So don't trip 'cause you know I got my pistol
You'll be surprised of the doors that it gets throughYeah, Louie introduced me to jewelry, now I'm lovin' it
Tell Jacob the shinin's so good, them h*** love the s***
Diamond after diamond and I climbed up out the bottom
So holla if it's a problem, I got 'em just like you got 'emI'm stylin', they grillin' 'cause my whip can buy a skyscraper
Roll down the windows stick my hand out, "Hi hater"
I'm on my way to L.A., I'll see you guys later
You'll be here when I get back, ain't got no time to drink thatNow all I do is sit back, hop on the plane and sip 'gnac
Hop in the Range and whip that, came in the game with this crap
You say my name you get smacked, right on your brain with the gat
Know who you playin' with Black, then holla backThey know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
I ain't your friend boy, I'll f*** your wife man
Look at my left, now look at my right hand
Every time I move it looks like a strike of lightningMy name is Banks, but you can call me Igloo
There's white rocks on my neck and my wrist's blue
So don't trip 'cause you know I got my pistol
You'll be surprised of the doors that it gets throughMy name is Buck but you can call me Icey
I keep spillin' Cristal on my white T
Don't give a f***, b**** you ain't gotta like me
I pop my trunk and have you runnin' in your Nike'sLook what I just bought, this white mink I got it in New York
And this bright link I put it on and walk right out the store
Where's my car keys? What am I gon' drive?
My Phantom got the steering wheel on the wrong sidePocket full of cash, Ferrari with the drive-out tags
Them h*** followin' us, let me stop and get some gas
Liberace, the cops watch me
I'm ice skatin' like a n**** playin' hockey, holla backThey know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
I ain't your friend boy, I'll f*** your wife man
Look at my left, now look at my right hand
Every time I move it looks like a strike of lightningMy name is Banks, but you can call me Igloo
There's white rocks on my neck and my wrist's blue
So don't trip 'cause you know I got my pistol
You'll be surprised of the doors that it gets throughCanary yellow princess cut, rocks when I smile
Fat boy kept it gritty since I was a chubby child
Look at me now, hat cocked up, wristwatch rocked up
When I put my hand up to my mouth and hit that sticky stuffThe light, hit the ice, on my eight-ways piece
In the streets, I'm a G, on the mic, I'm a beast
Keep a b**** on her knees, n**** please, I'm a pimp
Purge first, ask last, I'm a shark, you a shrimpCheck a deuce, Chevrolet, rims taller than my son
Gun, on the seat with a extra clip 'cause I ain't fin' to run
In my brand new, shell toe, three stripe, all white
In other words, come my way with that s*** you gon' lose your lifeThey know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
I ain't your friend boy, I'll f*** your wife man
Look at my left, now look at my right hand
Every time I move it looks like a strike of lightningMy name is Banks, but you can call me Igloo
There's white rocks on my neck and my wrist's blue
So don't trip 'cause you know I got my pistol
You'll be surprised of the doors that it gets throughWhat the f*** are they yellin'?
Dope man, anybody killa in the hood, f*** the homeboy sellin'
I've got a problem with him, if I can't touch it
Then he can't slang it and these streets get dangerousCorny n****z pull up in cargo vans
Palms sweaty, icky's out with they masks all mad
I gave 'em the order and that's all bad
Born into flossin' flashin' got his mark-a**, smashedThe Iceman is in the buildin' chillin', big game huntin'
And this lame's, stuntin', got an addiction
That's deeper than a prescription, he's sleepin'
I'm on a mission to beat him in my position, it's f***edThey know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
I ain't your friend boy, I'll f*** your wife man
Look at my left, now look at my right hand
Every time I move it looks like a strike of lightningMy name is Banks, but you can call me Igloo
There's white rocks on my neck and my wrist's blue
So don't trip 'cause you know I got my pistol
You'll be surprised of the doors that it gets throughThey know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
Watch out
They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
Watch out, I'll f*** yo' wife manThey know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
Watch out
They know me 'round here, I'll f*** yo' wife man
Watch out, yeah
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