Lyrics:
on polar ice
It's too thick to be sliced
By the light
Of long and white polar nights
It's all right it's all right
It's all right it's all right
It's all
life
I got some bitches by the Westin (facts)
Winter clock, now they strippin' (uh-huh)
Another woman, we're just filmin' (right)
Scrollin' through
all black
You fuckin with a Madman
I got that Sprite on ice
Mixed with robatussen
Just fucked a model dike
She suckin dick for nothing
She said my I'm
Loose these cuffs off my hands when not guilty Am I to remain silent when police takes next black life?
Loose your hands off their moms and let the black
soul. Fire of torture
cruel and cold as ice come to the sacrifice for the black
lord. Feel his evil power and hail him to the end.
The priests
kidney beans
Ice on me blind, I cannot see
Find yo keys, push start I'ma flee
Touch the sky I'm all in her dreams
Never pay to dress $amo styled by me
I
I know dey even got it from the giddy
Stacked in the back
Only black radio station in the city
Programmed by a sucker in a suit
Slick back hair he
diamond rings, but you know imma ball
Yeah, show what I can bring ain't no flunkin' I'm a scholar
Think of nicer things while we chillin' by the water
Yeah
Black astronaut, cop a space suit and jet off my steps
Challenger launch burnin' bright, burn to death
Burn in the firmament, charbroiled, catch
the dark side for ice cold 40s
Like Obi Wan Kenobi with an iced-out rollie
And might fuck a white bitch
Don't get it fucked up
Love black chicks but they
by the Abbot
Blood related king to King David's mighty men
I appear in the atmosphere like
Nitrogen, oxygen, hydrogen, carbon dioxide
Helium,
and kicking
I'm the A to the G-I followed by the A-N-T rolling with the Show be -I
Black boots, black hat, slick like a black cat
Flip like a fat
You fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas
[The Game:]
It's 3, The hard way
Black Lambo, No passengers
Black Ski mask, Chain Saw Massacre
Kill
you could be double-crossed
By your Apostle, that's the Pentecostal gospel
Black C.O.B. flag hangin' out the left side
Blowin' in the atmosphere,
By your Apostle, that's the Pentecostal gospel
Black C.O.B. flag hangin' out the left side
Blowin' in the atmosphere, the atlas here is Westside
Ran
in Range
Rovers with fog lights
Tonight's got a feel in the air
Caused by they stare
And the spots that we walk
Patrons whisper and glare
You know we
the one that suits you
Depending the tie the accessory could lose you
See how we still twisting shit together?
Black ice dangle from the mirror that
in New Orleans
We got that, huh
Them white tee's and them b's on 'em
We rock that, huh
And all black with 23's on 'em
Nigga we rock that, yeah
Who got
ice
It's too thick to be sliced by the light
Of long,white polar nights
It's all right...It's all right
You kill,you maim
You kill,you maim
originally
I'm out my body, nigga, try me, blocka-blocka-blaow me (bitch)
Step outside the room and you wishin' the walls could talk
Surrounded by these dudes
utterly black
I came here by some grave mishap
And I can't find my way back
It's all as remote
As the wintry smile that you gave
As you buttoned your coat
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it?"
It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it?"
It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
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