[B.G.] When it comes down to stuntin', I pull it all When it comes down to G shit, I get it all When it come to pullin' hot girls, I pull 'em all When it come to rockin' ice, B.G. rock it all Sport diamonds like I tote a tech Baby tote a fo' nickel like he wrappin' gifts Try to stay cool so I don't melt the diamonds 'round my neck I keep bustas in suspense of what I'mma do next, gotta respect I ain't out to please a bitch She could get on her knees I'm tryin' to get rich I'm shined out, ten karats on my wrist Flyin' first class, me and my whole click, now Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the bottle Never I play, you know I'm 'bout murderin' I ain't gotta say it You don't cross me, I don't cross you But understand a Hot Boy gotta floss too Look, I'm iced out
[Big Tymers] 1 - I rock ice (lil' daddy) Everytime I step I rock ice (lil' momma) Cuz I love the rep I rock ice (whole world) Cuz I'm doin' my thang I rock ice Bling bling, bling bling
[Turk] My Rolex crushed out, my chrome stay spinnin', Hot Boy wit so much money, I don't know how to spend it Don't you wish you could be in my shoes just for a minute Carry nothin' but faces, never quarters and pennies I started at nothin', look at me now, I'm iced out Police think I'm doin' wrong, but nope, I'm right now It's cuz I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' my back Paper on everything I have, so how you love that They don't wanna see me ballin', wanna see me fallin' Got it locked off wit my tank against the wallin' I floss but get dirty too My Roley cost, try to take it and I'll murder you Ya say I stun too much I can't help it, I be with baby The number one stunner who drive these girls crazy, The one with the 32 platts in his mouth, Two Roleys on his wrist, game spitta from the south, Tell me, what kinda nigga rock ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)
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[Wayne] It's Cash Money youngest nigga Right around ten figgas That's what I (uh) work with Pockets are (uh) perkin' Money is my purpose Whatever I purchase Oh, could you do better? Rollin' with the bezel Who that be, that's Wayne, Look at his gold chain, Sometimes I wear grey, White diamonds, pear shaped, My jewelry just pure awful And I can't stop thuggin', it's just in my culture It's a must, everyday I'mma shine, black You wan' meet me? You just might need contacts Cuz I'm the little one with the ice, flossing Please, playa hater, get your wife off me I ride by in a Jag with the top low Throwin' hundreds, but it's cool, cuz I got more Me and my niggas, we stunt like there's no tomorrow Big Tymers, Hot Boys Nigga CMR, nigga CMR
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[Juvenile] Now you boys now them 4 99's I got expired All them bitches plushed out on 20 inch tires I'm lookin' for some hell of a head, is you for hire?, You lookin' at this Roley I got, don't you adire, The way a nigga lay a stunt Braggin' 'bout 20 inch rims, up in the restaurant But it ain't over, I'm about to go to Disneyland Yo, you fuckin' deaf now, ya understand? What if my baby momma's ride by, lookin good I gave 'em both a hundred G's to get them out the hood My momma gettin' chauffeured like a movie star She don't know a damn thing about drivin' a car I'm rimmed up Now peep this million dollar smile in my mouth And all this luxury shit I got in my house I done sold a million records and I'm still goin' Don't ask about my watch and my chain, it's still gone
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[B.G.] When it comes down to stuntin', I pull it all When it comes down to G shit, I get it all When it come to pullin' hot girls, I pull 'em all When it come to rockin' ice, B.G. rock it all Sport diamonds like I tote a tech Baby tote a fo' nickel like he wrappin' gifts Try to stay cool so I don't melt the diamonds 'round my neck I keep bustas in suspense of what I'mma do next, gotta respect I ain't out to please a bitch She could get on her knees I'm tryin' to get rich I'm shined out, ten karats on my wrist Flyin' first class, me and my whole click, now Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the bottle Never I play, you know I'm 'bout murderin' I ain't gotta say it You don't cross me, I don't cross you But understand a Hot Boy gotta floss too Look, I'm iced out
[Big Tymers] 1 - I rock ice (lil' daddy) Everytime I step I rock ice (lil' momma) Cuz I love the rep I rock ice (whole world) Cuz I'm doin' my thang I rock ice Bling bling, bling bling
[Turk] My Rolex crushed out, my chrome stay spinnin', Hot Boy wit so much money, I don't know how to spend it Don't you wish you could be in my shoes just for a minute Carry nothin' but faces, never quarters and pennies I started at nothin', look at me now, I'm iced out Police think I'm doin' wrong, but nope, I'm right now It's cuz I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' my back Paper on everything I have, so how you love that They don't wanna see me ballin', wanna see me fallin' Got it locked off wit my tank against the wallin' I floss but get dirty too My Roley cost, try to take it and I'll murder you Ya say I stun too much I can't help it, I be with baby The number one stunner who drive these girls crazy, The one with the 32 platts in his mouth, Two Roleys on his wrist, game spitta from the south, Tell me, what kinda nigga rock ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)
Repeat 1
[Wayne] It's Cash Money youngest nigga Right around ten figgas That's what I (uh) work with Pockets are (uh) perkin' Money is my purpose Whatever I purchase Oh, could you do better? Rollin' with the bezel Who that be, that's Wayne, Look at his gold chain, Sometimes I wear grey, White diamonds, pear shaped, My jewelry just pure awful And I can't stop thuggin', it's just in my culture It's a must, everyday I'mma shine, black You wan' meet me? You just might need contacts Cuz I'm the little one with the ice, flossing Please, playa hater, get your wife off me I ride by in a Jag with the top low Throwin' hundreds, but it's cool, cuz I got more Me and my niggas, we stunt like there's no tomorrow Big Tymers, Hot Boys Nigga CMR, nigga CMR
Repeat 1
[Juvenile] Now you boys now them 4 99's I got expired All them bitches plushed out on 20 inch tires I'm lookin' for some hell of a head, is you for hire?, You lookin' at this Roley I got, don't you adire, The way a nigga lay a stunt Braggin' 'bout 20 inch rims, up in the restaurant But it ain't over, I'm about to go to Disneyland Yo, you fuckin' deaf now, ya understand? What if my baby momma's ride by, lookin good I gave 'em both a hundred G's to get them out the hood My momma gettin' chauffeured like a movie star She don't know a damn thing about drivin' a car I'm rimmed up Now peep this million dollar smile in my mouth And all this luxury shit I got in my house I done sold a million records and I'm still goin' Don't ask about my watch and my chain, it's still gone
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