Baby
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)

Jazze Pha - in backround
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

Baby
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

TQ
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

Baby
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

TQ
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

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 still was here
On the white-wall tires, with
them white-wall rims

Baby
The million dollar ice, ice pumped up boots
I got ice all over, with the million dollar shoes

TQ
Look at iced up dro back, iced up me
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Baby
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

TQ
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

Chrous - Jazze Pha

Verse 3

Baby
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

TQ
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

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
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

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 aint front at all nigga,
keep ya head up, biatch

My brothers in this shit ya
heard me, biatch, biatch

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brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr,
brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Birdcall motherfucker, birdcall motherfucker