Ice Cold

[Intro: Birdman & Jazze Pha]

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

[Verse 1: Birdman & TQ]

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)

[Chorus: Jazze Pha]

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

[Verse 2: Birdman & TQ]

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 hits, whole lot of chips

C-O the birdman, whole lot of bricks

Put it all together, thats a whole lot of shit

[Chorus: Jazze Pha]

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

[Verse 3: Birdman & TQ]

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 L.A. 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 suits

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

[Chorus: Jazze Pha]

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

[Outro: Birdman]

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

Brrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Birdcall motherfucker, birdcall motherfucker