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    YEAH! Uhh, I'm back
    Uhh, haha
    Uhh, oooooooh

    Yeah yeah, they know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
    I ain't your friend boy, I'll fuck your wife man
    Look at my left, now look at my right hand
    Every time I move it looks like a strike of lightning
    My name is Banks, but you can call me Igloo
    There's white rocks on my neck, and my wrist's blue
    So don't trip, cause you know I got my pistol
    You'll be surprised of the doors that it gets through

    Yeah, Louie introduced me to jewelry, now I'm lovin it
    Tell Jacob the shinin's so good, them hoes love the shit
    Diamond after diamond, and I climbed up out the bottom
    So holla if it's a problem, I got 'em just like you got 'em
    I'm stylin; they grillin cause my whip can buy a skyscraper
    Roll down the windows stick my hand out, "Hi hater!"
    I'm on my way to L.A., I'll see you guys later
    You'll be here when I get back; ain't got no time to drink that
    Now all I do is sit back, hop on the plane and sip 'gnac
    Hop in the Range and whip that, came in the game with this crap
    You say my name you get smacked, right on your brain with the gat
    Know who you playin with Black, then holla back

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    My name is Buck, but you can call me Icey
    I keep spillin Cristal on my white T
    Don't give a fuck, bitch you ain't gotta like me
    I pop my trunk and have you runnin in your Nikes
    Look what I just bought, this white mink I got it in New York
    And this bright link I put it on and walk right out the store
    Where's my car keys? What am I gon' drive?
    My Phantom got the steering wheel on the wrong side
    Pocket full of cash, Ferrari with the drive-out tags
    Them hoes followin us, let me stop and get some gas
    Liberace, the cops watch me
    I'm ice skatin like a nigga playin hockey - holla back

    Canary yellow princess cut, rocks when I smile
    Fat boy kept it gritty since I was a chubby child
    Look at me now, hat cocked up, wristwatch rocked up
    When I put my hand up to my mouth and hit that sticky stuff
    The light, hit the ice, on my eight-ways piece
    In the streets, I'm a G; on the mic, I'm a beast
    Keep a bitch, on her knees, nigga please, I'm a pimp
    Purge first, ask last, I'm a shark, you a shrimp
    Check a deuce, Chevrolet, rims taller than my son
    Gun, on the seat with a extra clip cause I ain't fin' to run
    in my brand new, shell toe, three stripe, all white
    In other words, come my way with that shit you gon' lose your life

    What the fuck are they yellin?
    Dope man, anybody killa in the hood, fuck the homeboy sellin
    I've got a problem with him - if I can't touch it
    Then he can't slang it, and these streets get dangerous
    Corny niggaz pull up in cargo vans
    Palms sweaty, icky's out with they masks all mad
    I gave 'em the order, and that's all bad
    Born into flossin flashin got his mark-ass, smashed
    The Iceman is in the buildin chillin
    Big game huntin; and this lame's, stuntin
    Got an addiction that's deeper than a prescription
    He's sleepin I'm on a mission to beat him in my position
    It's fucked

    They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
    Watch ouuuuut...
    They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
    Watch ouuuuut, I'll fuck yo' wife man
    They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
    Watch ouuuuut...
    They know me 'round here, I'll fuck yo' wife man
    Watch ouuuuut... yeah

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    Composición: D. Morris

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