Tuck Ya Ice

[Chorus] Tuck, tuck that Tuck, tuck that Tuck, tuck that Tuck, tuck that Tuck, tuck that ice in You ain't, you ain't iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in You ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in You ain't, you ain't iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in You ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse [Trick Daddy] My shit is platinum These assholes wearin' white gold See, I'm too smart for this 'cause All my shit paid for And why should I rent a house When I can buy it and write it off? Make it my Florida home for the summer 'Round winter time just rent it out See, I ain't none of them Who ride around on rented rims Change on the weekend And floss in him mama's Benz See, when I hit the scene I be so fresh, so clean White fitted, white tee Ain't no nigga like me What kind of shit you on? Wearin' fuckin' rhinestones Them cubic zirconium, son Them ain't fuckin' diamonds So you gonna fuck around And get gangrene at the arm Who'd rob and kill one Over some motherfuckin' slum? Your chain is crazy That shit for gazey And it ain't real Unless it's copper or stainless steel So whoever made it You shouldn't have paid it Twenty grand for a watch That's fuckin' gold plated! [Chorus] [Baby] Sixteen out the house Seventeen gold mouth Eighteen on the block Nigga got them thangs out Birdman stunna, nigga, we don't sit in jail Real nigga's do real thangs You know we make bail Trick, hit me on the cell Know I gotta make a sale Found myself in Dade County Nigga's movin' pounds of bail So fresh, so bright with the ice Nigga, you could loose your life playing with the bright lights! Yeah Cali got my back I'm strapped, nigga, and prepaid Doin' it big, poppin' bottles, nigga, the g-way Black handles, black ice, we'll get it right For a cheap price, nigga, that cutter'll get your mind right M.O.B. to a bitch Made my hood rich Quick cash, young money; it's that uptown shit Ballin' one them bitches Shock callin' on them bitches Two million on some ice and some cars on them bitches [Chorus] [Trick Daddy] They asked the kid the difference between mine and his See, my shit blindin' His shit don't shine 'Cause that shit ain't real His gemstones - they fruity pebbles Just like Flinstones And he had his 'Roley' on But I ain't even notice his arm But his diamonds cloudy And he ain't shiny And I heard his shit Tick, tick, tickin' Oh man, this nigga trippin! See, we poppin' bottles and smokin' bugga Actin' cocky Big thangs with fat pockets Wearing seventy-thousand dollar watches My overseas friends Are breakin' thangs in Invest in a smaller hit town Shakin', bakin', and breakin' it down We gettin' top dollar 'Cause we got that top powder Hos slob on our Johnson 'Cause Johnson got that best powder We call a grand a dollar We gettin' money, holla Rollin' hard with five fives Real fucking street ballers I did five trucks since the first quarter I'm on the right path at this rate I'll be sellin' slabs by the halfs [Chorus x 2] Tuck, tuck that ice in You ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in You ain't, you ain't iced out Tuck, tuck that ice in I shine like a lighthouse Tuck, tuck that ice in You ain't, you ain't iced Lights on, lights off I shine like a lighthouse