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 Rate Icey
Artist : Nelly
Song : Icey
(Nelly)
I got a whole heard of cows ta die for my 6'
Hockey players pagin' me to practice on my wrist
20 inch chocko treads so my whip don't slip
Pullin' up bringin' joy like my nigga Baugette
If I go on a rampage then watch my mo' flip
Draw from both hips, emptyin' both clips
Got a whole lotta niggas wanna ride wit' me
Now that a niggas so hot, can strike fire from me
Thinkin' Nelly 'posed to take 'em outta poverty
But when I tell 'em no, they think of robbin' me
Son ain't no stoppin' me, some are home at
Iceland
Hang with penguins, like that's my reason (that's
my reason)
Like Berkley we'll find the part that's freezin'
Last time you seen Nelly, snowin' in June
You ever had a bicoastal orgy happen off in yo'
room
But what happen's in Cancun, stay's in Cancun
[Chorus-2x](Nelly)
Icey that, icey this
Icey neck, icey wrist
Icey cris, I see miss
Icey 6 tha sea six
Icey fits on five, icey tips
(Keyuan)
I live a nice way, I store my jewels in an
ice-tray
How you want it, the man or the mice way?
Talk 2 of these karats, call me in tha mornin'
have an ice-day
I stay in more leather than Andrew Diceclay
You might say I'm arrogant, just because I ain't
sharin' it
If the check ain't seven digits, I'm tearin' it
If the 'Tics can't fit in my whip, then I ain't
steerin' it
Bomb that rifle cuz, now a nigga wearin' it
Catch me on my set wit' my iced-out chain
An iced-out rapper wit' my iced-out name
A cold hand shake because of my pinky rang
Iced-out Cordeara's with an iced-out frame
Catch me in an iced-out Range wit' icey dames
Puffin', bling-bling, while she do tha damn thang
I'm spendin' half my changes on clockin' thangs
And I got a icey game like hockey man
(Ali)
I gave knowledge to scientists who brains was
locked
They didn't know that Iceland was just my jewelry
box
And then the South Pole, that's when I used to
slang O's
And moved to keys and bought diamonds outta
control
My poppa, Snow Man, momma, Eskimo
So many rats that I need pest control
Would cop from Jacob, but I don't know where he
at
So 'till I found that cat I guess I'll roll wit'
Zach
And puff sacks in the hydraulic-dancin' cars
Gotta a caulus on my hand for poppin' Branson
jaws
Bitches be prancin' hard cuz they know we
maintain
With enough ice to freeze rain in a woodgrain
Range
Dual exaust playa, I keep some soft
It's da gloss-boss, the floss-frost across the
Randy Moss
Until we meet again, y'all keep on servin' 'em
out
Nicky Sach, AKA, George Durban, what?
[Chorus-2x]
(Murphy Lee)
Young dude 'bout to do this like a veteran
Long shorts, tall Timberland's
Flossin' in my icey Vokal, Varsity letterman
Icey headband to hold my baby-dreads in
That's what it is, what 'of that a been
Cuz when I get cold I freeze, when I'm hot, I'm
water
On ice at all times, hittin' hockey player's
daughters
I'm like Ralph and the Honeymooners (Why I
oughta!)
Put ice on the S-T-L and my role model for
startas
I'm like icey as frozen foods with frost big
friends
Who all like 'em thin with icey rear-ends, nine
outta ten get hit
Seven outta nine givin' icey head in the icey
whip
School boy keep a icey fit for icey mits
Who like icey that and icey this
Smoke a icey spliff gettin' icey licked
By these Pizza Hut delivery chicks who love tips
(City Spud)
Aiyyo, I'm icey when you say Lunatics gon' ride
Love when ya call me to make yo C.D. hot
Met this man sayin', How you go from bottom to
top?
Juan B behind me when I do T.V. slots
Now I'm at the bar floatin' from the icey jaw
Know who we are when I pull up in tha icey car
I ice the chain cuz niggas got twice the change
I ice the ring and niggas go to sortin' the game
So if I'm hot, I'm hot, if you not, you not
And if I'm clockin' dough, let me tick and tock
And if love ready to rock, yo I'm hot to trot
Courtney B. ready to rock, I'm hot to trot
Yellow Mack ready to rock, I'm hot to trot
Cougar Love say I'm hot then I'm buyin' a yacht
And a drop to shock these niggas who jock D's
Think he might shock Eve, like the icey watchee
Put these on six e's, if I want it I get it
I do it for publise so honeys'll love this,
ugh
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