Ice Age - Ras Kass

Today’s forecast: It’s a cold world;

Niggas better supply they own heat

Ay how come you won’t gimme no pussy tonite?

Aight well shake the spot then, you think you special?

I hear your car keys jinglin', get the fuck out

El Drex what you wanna do, Shai dog what you wanna do?

Kurupt what the fuck you wanna do?

Nigga is you a rider nigga?

Is life fucked up?

They let the gangstas in this muthafucka

Ice Age

I ride for my homeboys (2X)

Nigga it’s all about the money

It’s all about the chips

Let’s get rich, what?

what

With my new Tiny Tim, try again

Up against the full wind, I’m an alien beast

I generate, penetrate, bust shots

Then fled, quick, sick in the head

Rippin' motherfuckers to shreds (nigga, nigga.)

Facsimiles, don’t know, friends or foes

Elusive nigga this exclusive, conclusive evidence

Your vision is short range

Rearranged, restructured, recomposed and decomposed

Disassembled, dismembered, reconstructed, polished

Perfected, demolished, rejected, ejected, fo sho

Like I’m supposed to know this nigga

I ain’t neva seen him before --- my life

Bitch ass nigga, who tha fuck you supposed to be?

'Cause niggas I grew up wit threw up shit

On sum I don’t give a fuck shit

Makin' enemies duck shit

I’m on some make a million bucks quick

Money gone!

Quick get a duck sick trick

Not the one to fuck wit

My dyke bitch pimpin' on some Heidi Fleiss shit

Ludicrous iron mic shit.

stabbing yo cold heart wit a ice pick

Tha Ice age!.. Ice Age (2X)

Stab yo cold heart wit a ice pick

Now men must be either pampered or crushed

To regulate, relegate and delegate power

Nigga touch sumtin', trust no one and die dumpin'

Drained your battery you barely talkin' like Teddy Ruxpin

See that’s what’s up, homie I don’t give a fuck

Spit some shit so nasty it’d make Lil' Kim blush

As if a '98 Bentley didn’t tempt me

To lay bullshit over dis empty

But consequently my conscience didn’t permit me

I’m one third black man, one third Jackie Chan and one third sand

Shitftin' across the surface of tha land

Golden state warrrrior!

Let my nuts hang like, niggas in nooses

Why you givin' groupies all your lucci?

(why?)

I’m known for fuckin' hoochies in Suzukis

And slippin' bougie bitches roofies

Loved and feared, severe yet loved

The full time titan, fightin' 3 million over night thugs

So keep your, hand out your rectum 'cause you can’t stop shit

Don’t rock shit

Studio hustlaz claim they got more keys than a locksmith

What part of the game is this?

Overtime!

Gimme the mic, the money, and the pussy, in that order

The more, the overpopulated, get fucked and orally copulated

So all you chumps on some you owe me an apology shit

Suck your apology out my dick!

'Cause niggas I grew up wit threw up shit

On sum I don’t give a fuck shit

Makin' enemies duck shit

I’m on some make a million bucks quick

Money gone!

Quick get a duck sick trick

Not the one to fuck wit

My dyke bitch pimpin' on some Heidi Fleiss shit

Ludicrous iron mic shit.

stabbing yo cold heart wit a ice pick

Tha Ice age!.. Ice Age (2X)

Stab yo cold heart wit a ice pick

We all pawns in the game, but every pawn got his personal chess board

How many pieces can you afford?

We got every reason to fuck you a traitor

In 20 words Webster’s definition of a playa hater:

«The reason why you hate me so bad is 'cause you love me too much

But don’t like yourself enough»

And homie that’s it, your hands probably got calluses

From the way you be swingin' on my dick

That’s why your main squeeze wanna fuck me for free

Slit the finger in her monkey and she dropped on one knee

If u playin' wit your pussy while you suckin' my D

U can cum (come) wit me like T-U-P-A-C!

They wanna know where Drex is, he’s out fuckin' in Texas

I’m iller than AIDS so you don’t really wanna catch dis

Drivin' in a Lexus wit niggas that drive reckless

I was thinkin' murder back when Melle dropped «The Message»

Money bossin', C-me-arson, Stone Cold Steve Austin

John Gotti, drinkin' notti, pullin' holes thru your body

West coast silly bitch, East coast silly bitch

I ain’t Big Willie bitch, Drex gonna kill a bitch!

Is that my cash ya got?

Is that my hash ya got?

I hate to make you take yo shit off my man

But I don’t think you know who the fuck I am

Analyze (analyze), so what’s the analysis?

(nigga)

You startin' bonfires, I’m burnin' down palaces

See I know maniacs, arsonists with pyromaniacs

Mul-ti brainiacs

Fades:

Ice Age, Kurupt!

Biaaaaatch!