Rock Ice

Juvenile

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    [B.G.]
    When it comes down to stuntin', I pull it all
    When it comes down to G shit, I get it all
    When it come to pullin' hot girls, I pull 'em all
    When it come to rockin' ice, B.G. rock it all
    Sport diamonds like I tote a tech
    Baby tote a fo' nickel like he wrappin' gifts
    Try to stay cool so I don't melt the diamonds 'round my neck
    I keep bustas in suspense of what I'mma do next, gotta respect
    I ain't out to please a bitch
    She could get on her knees
    I'm tryin' to get rich
    I'm shined out, ten karats on my wrist
    Flyin' first class, me and my whole click, now
    Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the bottle
    Never I play, you know I'm 'bout murderin'
    I ain't gotta say it
    You don't cross me, I don't cross you
    But understand a Hot Boy gotta floss too
    Look, I'm iced out

    [Big Tymers]
    1 - I rock ice (lil' daddy)
    Everytime I step
    I rock ice (lil' momma)
    Cuz I love the rep
    I rock ice (whole world)
    Cuz I'm doin' my thang
    I rock ice
    Bling bling, bling bling

    [Turk]
    My Rolex crushed out, my chrome stay spinnin',
    Hot Boy wit so much money, I don't know how to spend it
    Don't you wish you could be in my shoes just for a minute
    Carry nothin' but faces, never quarters and pennies
    I started at nothin', look at me now, I'm iced out
    Police think I'm doin' wrong, but nope, I'm right now
    It's cuz I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' my back
    Paper on everything I have, so how you love that
    They don't wanna see me ballin', wanna see me fallin'
    Got it locked off wit my tank against the wallin'
    I floss but get dirty too
    My Roley cost, try to take it and I'll murder you
    Ya say I stun too much
    I can't help it, I be with baby
    The number one stunner who drive these girls crazy,
    The one with the 32 platts in his mouth,
    Two Roleys on his wrist, game spitta from the south,
    Tell me, what kinda nigga rock ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)

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    [Wayne]
    It's Cash Money youngest nigga
    Right around ten figgas
    That's what I (uh) work with
    Pockets are (uh) perkin'
    Money is my purpose
    Whatever I purchase
    Oh, could you do better?
    Rollin' with the bezel
    Who that be, that's Wayne,
    Look at his gold chain,
    Sometimes I wear grey,
    White diamonds, pear shaped,
    My jewelry just pure awful
    And I can't stop thuggin', it's just in my culture
    It's a must, everyday I'mma shine, black
    You wan' meet me?
    You just might need contacts
    Cuz I'm the little one with the ice, flossing
    Please, playa hater, get your wife off me
    I ride by in a Jag with the top low
    Throwin' hundreds, but it's cool, cuz I got more
    Me and my niggas, we stunt like there's no tomorrow
    Big Tymers, Hot Boys
    Nigga CMR, nigga CMR

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    [Juvenile]
    Now you boys now them 4 99's I got expired
    All them bitches plushed out on 20 inch tires
    I'm lookin' for some hell of a head, is you for hire?,
    You lookin' at this Roley I got, don't you adire,
    The way a nigga lay a stunt
    Braggin' 'bout 20 inch rims, up in the restaurant
    But it ain't over, I'm about to go to Disneyland
    Yo, you fuckin' deaf now, ya understand?
    What if my baby momma's ride by, lookin good
    I gave 'em both a hundred G's to get them out the hood
    My momma gettin' chauffeured like a movie star
    She don't know a damn thing about drivin' a car
    I'm rimmed up
    Now peep this million dollar smile in my mouth
    And all this luxury shit I got in my house
    I done sold a million records and I'm still goin'
    Don't ask about my watch and my chain, it's still gone

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