Lloyd Banks - 15.Iceman (Rotten Apple 2006) | Текст песни

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• Lloyd Banks
• 15.Iceman (Rotten Apple 2006)

YEAH! Uhh, I'm back

Uhh, haha

Uhh, oooooooh

Yeah yeah, they know me 'round here, they call me Iceman

I ain't your friend boy, I'll fuck your wife man

Look at my left, now look at my right hand

Every time I move it looks like a strike of lightning

My name is Banks, but you can call me Igloo

There's white rocks on my neck, and my wrist's blue

So don't trip, cause you know I got my pistol

You'll be surprised of the doors that it gets through

Yeah, Louie introduced me to jewelry, now I'm lovin it

Tell Jacob the shinin's so good, them hoes love the shit

Diamond after diamond, and I climbed up out the bottom

So holla if it's a problem, I got 'em just like you got 'em

I'm stylin; they grillin cause my whip can buy a skyscraper

Roll down the windows stick my hand out, "Hi hater!"

I'm on my way to L.A., I'll see you guys later

You'll be here when I get back; ain't got no time to drink that

Now all I do is sit back, hop on the plane and sip 'gnac

Hop in the Range and whip that, came in the game with this crap

You say my name you get smacked, right on your brain with the gat

Know who you playin with Black, then holla back

My name is Buck, but you can call me Icey

I keep spillin Cristal on my white T

Don't give a fuck, bitch you ain't gotta like me

I pop my trunk and have you runnin in your Nikes

Look what I just bought, this white mink I got it in New York

And this bright link I put it on and walk right out the store

Where's my car keys? What am I gon' drive?

My Phantom got the steering wheel on the wrong side

Pocket full of cash, Ferrari with the drive-out tags

Them hoes followin us, let me stop and get some gas

Liberace, the cops watch me

I'm ice skatin like a nigga playin hockey ??“ holla back

Canary yellow princess cut, rocks when I smile

Fat boy kept it gritty since I was a chubby child

Look at me now, hat cocked up, wristwatch rocked up

When I put my hand up to my mouth and hit that sticky stuff

The light, hit the ice, on my eight-ways piece

In the streets, I'm a G; on the mic, I'm a beast

Keep a bitch, on her knees, nigga please, I'm a pimp

Purge first, ask last, I'm a shark, you a shrimp

Check a deuce, Chevrolet, rims taller than my son

Gun, on the seat with a extra clip cause I ain't fin' to run

in my brand new, shell toe, three stripe, all white

In other words, come my way with that shit you gon' lose your life

What the fuck are they yellin?

Dope man, anybody killa in the hood, fuck the homeboy sellin

I've got a problem with him - if I can't touch it

Then he can't slang it, and these streets get dangerous

Corny niggaz pull up in cargo vans

Palms sweaty, icky's out with they masks all mad

I gave 'em the order, and that's all bad

Born into flossin flashin got his mark-ass, smashed

The Iceman is in the buildin chillin

Big game huntin; and this lame's, stuntin

Got an addiction that's deeper than a prescription

He's sleepin I'm on a mission to beat him in my position

It's fucked

They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman

Watch ouuuuut...

They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman

Watch ouuuuut, I'll fuck yo' wife man

They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman

Watch ouuuuut...

They know me 'round here, I'll fuck yo' wife man

Watch ouuuuut... yeah

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