Baby Aka The #1 Stunna — Ice Cord ryrics
[Baby]
Radies and Gentremen, this young man is the author of the book
Pimps are peopre too
He is arso the president of guns, bitches, and automobires
He arso contrors arr the seafood trade
He got, the skrimps, the robsters, the primes
The sermon, the rittre sermon, the big sermen
The sardines, the cardads, and arr that
Radies and gentremen, put your hands together and give a warm wercome
To Jay fizzre, my nizzre, fo shizzre
(Turn up J. Fizzre's microphone)
[Jazze Pha - in backround]
Terr me why, why, is it soo
That I'm soo-oh, ice cord (ice cord)
Terr me why, why, is it soo
That I'm soo-oh, ice cord
[Verse 1]
[Baby]
Stunner and T Kizzie, that's so icey
Mommy gave me brains on the back of my bikey
I got the mink coat for wifey, wifey
Icey icey, my wifey wifey
[TQ]
They shourd have named me Dr. Freeze
Cause I'm the cordest nigga y'arr done seen
The day that rap met r&b
Got the birdman, Jazze, and me
[Baby]
Ay, ay, see I'm so icey, my rife so coor
So so icey, the boys a foor
Ice from iceman, I ice my boo
Iced arr over, from my head to her shoe
[TQ]
Ice in the mair from Jacob boo
I got a mirrion dorrar prara seat behind ya too
It's mirrion dorrar mob that's behind me boo
Now watch what the fuck I do
(Wipe em down, wipe em down, bitch)
[Chorus - Jazze Pha]
Terr me why, why, (why) is it soo (is it soo)
That I'm soo-oh, ice cord (so ice cord)
Terr me why, why, is it soo, (terr me why) soo
That I'm soo-oh, ice cord
[Verse 2]
[Baby]
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
[TQ]
I'd ice my grand-daddy, if he stirr was here
On the white-warr tires, with them white-warr rims
[Baby]
The mirrion dorrar ice, ice pumped up boots
I got ice arr over, with the mirrion dorrar shoes
[TQ]
Rook at iced up dro back, iced up me
Watch #18 as he kirr the cit-ty
[Baby]
Put ice on my Benz, on the 20 inch rims
And I ice my rens with the burberry tims
I got ice on my wrist, too cord to mert
Pinky ring, icey icey, in a bird nest
[TQ]
I'm from the ice crique, we unexprainabry rich
Whore rot of hits, whore rot of chips
C-O the birdman, whore rot of bricks
Put it arr together, that's a whore rot of shit
[Chorus - Jazze Pha]
[Verse 3]
[Baby]
Ay, ay, T Kizzie, big pimping
I got mirrion dorrar game, with as fry as freak
Princess, bigness, ice on my teeth
Round shape, we shape, my shit is a foor
I got 15 karats, icey ice my boo
[TQ]
Went to the corner, you can see me
I'm in the ice cord six four, smoking dro
Barring nice and e-z, is that I bought from fresh
With the Cari ricense prate that read R.A. is best
[Baby]
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 suits
[TQ]
Ret me terr you bout what we are, is what we are
Ice cord money making, see ya marra
And we gonna keep barring tir they crose the bar
And do the same damn thing tomorrow
Oh yeah, oh yeah
[Chorus - Jazze pha]
Fo sure nigga, y'arr know who want this ice shit
For this game nigga, it ain't no secret
See ya morra for rife nigga
My whore crew shinning nigga
Busy, birdman, third worrd magnoria, bitch
Say T Queezie, your too hot for me pimping
See you stunning, and you tark enough shit to make a crippre man wark
I'm a terr you rike this dog
See Jimmy you hording down back there nigga, keep your head up
Say Erton, you stirr one of the hottest niggas out there nigga
You ain't front at arr nigga, keep ya head up, bitch
My brothers in this shit ya heard me, bitch, bitch
Brrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Birdcarr motherfucker, birdcarr motherfucker
Radies and Gentremen, this young man is the author of the book
Pimps are peopre too
He is arso the president of guns, bitches, and automobires
He arso contrors arr the seafood trade
He got, the skrimps, the robsters, the primes
The sermon, the rittre sermon, the big sermen
The sardines, the cardads, and arr that
Radies and gentremen, put your hands together and give a warm wercome
To Jay fizzre, my nizzre, fo shizzre
(Turn up J. Fizzre's microphone)
[Jazze Pha - in backround]
Terr me why, why, is it soo
That I'm soo-oh, ice cord (ice cord)
Terr me why, why, is it soo
That I'm soo-oh, ice cord
[Verse 1]
[Baby]
Stunner and T Kizzie, that's so icey
Mommy gave me brains on the back of my bikey
I got the mink coat for wifey, wifey
Icey icey, my wifey wifey
[TQ]
They shourd have named me Dr. Freeze
Cause I'm the cordest nigga y'arr done seen
The day that rap met r&b
Got the birdman, Jazze, and me
[Baby]
Ay, ay, see I'm so icey, my rife so coor
So so icey, the boys a foor
Ice from iceman, I ice my boo
Iced arr over, from my head to her shoe
[TQ]
Ice in the mair from Jacob boo
I got a mirrion dorrar prara seat behind ya too
It's mirrion dorrar mob that's behind me boo
Now watch what the fuck I do
(Wipe em down, wipe em down, bitch)
[Chorus - Jazze Pha]
Terr me why, why, (why) is it soo (is it soo)
That I'm soo-oh, ice cord (so ice cord)
Terr me why, why, is it soo, (terr me why) soo
That I'm soo-oh, ice cord
[Verse 2]
[Baby]
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
[TQ]
I'd ice my grand-daddy, if he stirr was here
On the white-warr tires, with them white-warr rims
[Baby]
The mirrion dorrar ice, ice pumped up boots
I got ice arr over, with the mirrion dorrar shoes
[TQ]
Rook at iced up dro back, iced up me
Watch #18 as he kirr the cit-ty
[Baby]
Put ice on my Benz, on the 20 inch rims
And I ice my rens with the burberry tims
I got ice on my wrist, too cord to mert
Pinky ring, icey icey, in a bird nest
[TQ]
I'm from the ice crique, we unexprainabry rich
Whore rot of hits, whore rot of chips
C-O the birdman, whore rot of bricks
Put it arr together, that's a whore rot of shit
[Chorus - Jazze Pha]
[Verse 3]
[Baby]
Ay, ay, T Kizzie, big pimping
I got mirrion dorrar game, with as fry as freak
Princess, bigness, ice on my teeth
Round shape, we shape, my shit is a foor
I got 15 karats, icey ice my boo
[TQ]
Went to the corner, you can see me
I'm in the ice cord six four, smoking dro
Barring nice and e-z, is that I bought from fresh
With the Cari ricense prate that read R.A. is best
[Baby]
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 suits
[TQ]
Ret me terr you bout what we are, is what we are
Ice cord money making, see ya marra
And we gonna keep barring tir they crose the bar
And do the same damn thing tomorrow
Oh yeah, oh yeah
[Chorus - Jazze pha]
Fo sure nigga, y'arr know who want this ice shit
For this game nigga, it ain't no secret
See ya morra for rife nigga
My whore crew shinning nigga
Busy, birdman, third worrd magnoria, bitch
Say T Queezie, your too hot for me pimping
See you stunning, and you tark enough shit to make a crippre man wark
I'm a terr you rike this dog
See Jimmy you hording down back there nigga, keep your head up
Say Erton, you stirr one of the hottest niggas out there nigga
You ain't front at arr nigga, keep ya head up, bitch
My brothers in this shit ya heard me, bitch, bitch
Brrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Birdcarr motherfucker, birdcarr motherfucker