Lyrics:
by force
Life na turn by turn
Bro malo kanju labe to hot
Enjoy life with some ice
Cool stuff no rush
Give dem give dem bangbaladash
I flip up my style
pussay
From OJ to Kobe, uh let's call him Tobe
First he played his life
Cool just like Michael
Now he rock ice too just like I do
Yo, you can't do better
out all the sacrifice I'm still alive getting by
Cruising real slow looking ice cold
Balance on the tightrope got me psycho
As the time goes I can feel
Listen, I was on the highway twistin'
With my uncle Snoop and we pimpin'
Listen, green screen behind me
Ice cream when it was 06
I was like seventeen
playa
Tippin' on him, might be a waiter
I grip & wave like see ya later
Big wood grain on my Norinco
Manufactured by Chinitos
VVS's, he be the freshest
dedicated to the beautiful black woman
I did not say people of color, or person of color, whatever
By design, in these tryin' times, I'm just tryna provide
to the lab, I'm getting back on my job
I'm fully backed by the Mobb, I keep my back to the wall
Keep the blacks to my wall
I'm trying to stack till I ball
figures, big riches (What?)
Nine inches with a crew of jig bitches (Yeah)
Have bitches, say I'm viscious, mad riches (Whoa)
Black sixes cruise by with
buisness frere
Paye tes dettes ou laisse ta putain faire
Aie du fler en affaire
Ice ice-out en enfer frère
Drive-by jugg and finess
Frere on split le pie y
to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi,
But still thinking Coke-Cola
Ha ha ha
[Chorus]
I'm up early in the morning, and I'm dressed in black
Hold on,
What, nigga, Black [censored] Fam
Y'all don't fuckin want it, you heard
Listen up
Bitch either ride or collide with me, this side right
You
I'm clicking your fingers for a gothic twilight
That actually existed just in your head
Your fingernails painted black
Or bloodred
I forget
And your
Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full
One for your sweater, one for your rug
One for your blanket to keep you
to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi,
But still thinking Coke-Cola
Ha ha ha
[Chorus]
I'm up early in the morning, and I'm dressed in black
Hold on,
to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi,
But still thinking Coke-Cola
Ha ha ha
[Chorus]
I'm up early in the morning, and I'm dressed in black
Hold on,
a deala
Mr. ice cream man, yo neighborhood drug deala
Nigga dat's bout it, down south we rowdy
From atlanta to texas, niggaz won't y'all read about
Shining like a black star
Going 180 on e way niggas driving like a nascar
Where you wanna go nigga chilling at the black top
Nigga want the smoke
the family, it won't ever be for stripes
I don't play about my life, my heart black as Wesley Snipes
And that shit is cold as ice, I got tired of playing nice
see the fear in your eyes
Feel the deep cold don't think that the diamonds are ice
I came like James Bond wear a tracksuit and you know it's all black
shop, and get the phat dough
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal now, blinking with us or put your shield down
Faggot, fuck fuck
To the unknown I must ride
On my black armor and sword by my side
To prove that I'm man worth my pride
To find a solution to break the blue ice
the first
"As vain as Pelides"
I was killing by degrees
Ice-cold air through the halls
Red carpet and mirrored walls
She let me in
She let me in
I tore down
Course
Man Know Man
No Be By Force
Life Na Turn By Turn
Bro Malo Kanju Labe To Hot
Enjoy Life With Some Ice
Cool Stuff No Rush
Give Dem Give Dem
going down
Playing chess with these black men
Intimidated by black skin
I ain't going out with no action
Got a faction of black and brown
Rocking the naps
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