Icey

[Chorus: Repeat 2X] I am the king of the city Top down windows up Puffin' like Ditty Riding cross the hatas face mad, team gritty Honk your horn twice if your misses lookin' pretty Well if you run wit' your niggas Then I walk with my killas You will never have a woman Head as long as I'm the dealer What you fella (uh) You sure you want some I run wit' slum, cats play like they bums Money in large sums, navigators and guns Baby mamas wit' sons Ain't afraid to let you have it If you trick with their loved ones Oh I mores no, no (you tripled your fare) You best get on your mark, get set, go, go My jagged edge will leave you my death is so, so Type of person continue short sit in the front row Get your hands out my pocket You don't want just blow, blow The only bird I get wit' more is the doe-doe They be like oh, oh It's what they screamin' from the back Play Nintendo, is when I hit 'em with the ax Put your gun away And you might live to see another day Come in head, run and done, bustin' like andele [Chorus:] So now you got a range (Boy I been had wheels) Aiyyo you think you gotta little change (Yeah my dirties love me truly) I remember you use to shoot that thang (Ya never knew me) Ya use to clam gangs (uh-huh) Yo, when I ride vo-cal it's either Tim's or Knight When I step in my Prada I'ma rock the ice When the Tics do a show I'ma rock the mic Born in "New Jack City" like Wesley Snipes Drive a SS M.C with racing stripes Fronted two P's of L.G, flip it twice Hang 'round with cats who bust and they don't think twice Nothing but dome shots no coming back twice All I knew was hustling and rolling the dice Scraping the dimes for whole orders of china-men rice Now I sacrificed my life for publishing writes Hoping everything gonna be aight St. Lunatics at the super bowl Top roll gettin' super blow Rams on the twenty four second down two to go Now we hear the Louie tho It's two below hundred degrees I'm drivin' about one hundred and three With a S.T.L hat on Top down holdin' a blunt You know I'm smokin' wit' the windows up I be the young dude Chief into kung-fu, with sun-do Come through, Beenie Man You don't really want to How come you, think you can I'm from the city where The muddy Mississippi might sink you man I'm getting brains in the Range With the brains blown out With TV's, the wood grain and Them thangs rolled out [Chorus:] It's like a hot day in July Just bangin' when I fool guys It's the credible, edible, federal when I'm high On the hills on the lane Sixty four Chevy the brains Blown, gone, spread foam, wood, and chrome How you doin' mama my name is Lee I be the fabulous M.C you heard of St. Lunatics word up I'm like "OK", all the sun out Ice down but I still pull a gun out Feel that, bow down It's real rap Verbally peel a cap as I stomp dem out Toe shake sixteen bars of earthquake If I do the whole song boom It's Vietnam You see it wrong So I'ma gone leave you alone Put my mind back on Who I'm gone to take home Ya might get jumped Grab a cell call me tall Need some Air Max 'cause dem boys Bobbin' like stone, and a... [Chorus:] Ya ready for this, it's Ced let-me-entertain-ya Wassup, representing on wax Talkin' on record like P-Diddy I'm just here hollering for The Kings of Comedy You know too sharp Steve Harvey, Burnie B. Mac Keepin' it on the D.L Hugley [Chorus:]