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Spike Jones in Hi-Fi (Spike Jones in Stereo) (Spike Jones) · Spike Jones in Hi-Fi (Spike Jones in Stereo) (Spike Jones) · The Iceman Cometh/Ice on Ice (Jerry Butler) · Ice Ice Baby (Madagascar 5) · Ice Ice Baby (Salsa) (Big Daddi) · Ice on Ice (Jerry Butler) · Cumbia Mix Mix Mix, Vol. 2 (Acapulco Tropical) · Mix Show 3: The Ultimate Club Mix (The Happy Boys) · Spike (Elvis Costello) · Spiked!: The Music of Spike Jones (Spike Jones) – and 90 other albums »


Ay, and I just got back from Tokyo ay
I put spikes on all my chucks now ay
I'm in pluto I ain't coming down ay
And I'm cooking Amy Winehouse ay
What will it be some soothing herb tea? 
That might be just the thing 
Let's say we spike it with Deludin 
Or else, maybe tonight a hand of solitaire
there ain't shit to do 
But then sir jinx played his mix 
And you thought that shit played out in eighty six 
Lookin' for my dogs 
Looked up in
on they're pizza pie
They've got a cooler full of cold Coronas and Amstel Light
It's like were all livin' in a big ol' cup
Just fire up the blender, mix it
Mix, mix, stop now move around 
Mix, mix, stop now move around

Steppin' up to the mic.
Mic 1, mic 2.
Rollin' step out the bathroom stall we got
y'all are like here we go
The whole club in the mix y'all are movin

bobbin your head while the ladies are smoothin

Chorus

if your game is tight then I
Work in the kitchen

I might hit the club
Rockin' all my chains on
All my chains on
Rockin' all my chains on
I might hit the club
Rockin' all
on their pizza pie 
They've got a cooler full of cold Coronas and Amstel light 
It's like were all livin' in a big ol' cup 
Just fire up the blender, mix
floor and held you tight
We in the Tunnel in the back with the dim red lights
I'm rocking the tank top baby nothing but ice
You rocking the baby tee
call and this shit get real
Matter fact fuck the phone call this ain’t ‘06
I’m bout to knock you out on some old school shit

And this a total mix
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?) 
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga 
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!) 
In the hood, all
Every evening you will find him around our neighbourhood. 
It's the old dope peddler, that we know by doing good

Started off with a OZ
End up
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?) 

And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n**** 
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!) 
In the hood,
(Uh)
Like Mike my spikes they all white
Twenty fo' carat gold, baby carats worth of ice
Ice insured, fuck life insurance
I live for the moment
floor and held you tight
We in the Tunnel in the back with the dim red lights
I'm rocking the tank top baby nothing but ice
You rocking the baby tee
Jesus Christ
Club like a broken neck, I need the ice
I need the lights
In Egypt they fightin’ for freedom
Cop pull you over no reason, beat him

Please
the club (you want to fuck)
Ice grillin' these thugs (I want to thong)
Is it 'cause my shine (major ice)
I'm talkin' about blind ya (like Vegas lights
Ehhh
Wyclef with Pitbull,
The clubs ain't safe tonight

[Chorus]
Mamacita so nice to meet ya,
You drunk off that rum,
You shouldn't drive
the club (you want to fuck)
Ice grillin' these thugs (I want to thong)
Is it 'cause my shine (major ice)
I'm talkin' about blind ya (like Vegas lights
know 'bout flexin'?
Might pull up to the Weston and have your girl undressin'

I've this ice on me but my heart cold
I'm a real nigga, bitch, check
wrong (dead wrong)
First, you get your swagga right 
Then, go stand right by that light
Let that light hit off that ice
Lookin like you landin flights
to fire up
If you got the bomb, bomb, nigga, come and light it up
Yeah, blaze up, ain't nothin' like ridin' by, drivin' high
Me and all the hommies smokin',
You can find us in the garden like Spike on any night
Encrusted in some ice that look bluish in the light
Spanish on the mistress, Jewish
center
At the Knick game, big chain and all my splender
Next to spike and the pen left to write
I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight
But damn
locked til I came in the club, Take 6
Got your chick cause you swore she was innocent
Got her a Chinese manicure hair done by Dominicans, all for what
So I