Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Icey, artist - Nelly. Album song Country Grammar, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.06.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A Motown Records release.;
Song language: English
Icey |
I got a whole heard of cows ta die for my 6' |
Hockey players pagin’me to practice on my wrist |
20 inch chocko treads so my whip don’t slip |
Pullin’up bringin’joy like my nigga Baugette |
If I go on a rampage then watch my mo’flip |
Draw from both hips, emptyin’both clips |
Got a whole lotta niggas wanna ride wit’me |
Now that a niggas so hot, can strike fire from me Thinkin’Nelly 'posed to take 'em outta poverty |
But when I tell 'em no, they think of robbin’me |
Son ain’t no stoppin’me, some are home at Iceland |
Hang with penguins, like that’s my reason (that's my reason) |
Like Berkley we’ll find the part that’s freezin' |
Last time you seen Nelly, snowin’in June |
You ever had a bicoastal orgy happen off in yo’room |
But what happen’s in Cancun, stay’s in Cancun |
(Nelly) |
Icey that, icey this |
Icey neck, icey wrist |
Icey cris, I see miss |
Icey 6 tha sea six |
Icey fits on five, icey tips |
(Keyuan) |
I live a nice way, I store my jewels in an ice-tray |
How you want it, the man or the mice way? |
Talk 2 of these karats, call me in tha mornin’have an ice-day |
I stay in more leather than Andrew Diceclay |
You might say I’m arrogant, just because I ain’t sharin’it |
If the check ain’t seven digits, I’m tearin’it |
If the 'Tics can’t fit in my whip, then I ain’t steerin’it |
Bomb that rifle cuz, now a nigga wearin’it |
Catch me on my set wit’my iced-out chain |
An iced-out rapper wit’my iced-out name |
A cold hand shake because of my pinky rang |
Iced-out Cordeara’s with an iced-out frame |
Catch me in an iced-out Range wit’icey dames |
Puffin', bling-bling, while she do tha damn thang |
I’m spendin’half my changes on clockin’thangs |
And I got a icey game like hockey man |
(Ali) |
I gave knowledge to scientists who brains was locked |
They didn’t know that Iceland was just my jewelry box |
And then the South Pole, that’s when I used to slang O’s |
And moved to keys and bought diamonds outta control |
My poppa, Snow Man, momma, Eskimo |
So many rats that I need pest control |
Would cop from Jacob, but I don’t know where he at So 'till I found that cat I guess I’ll roll wit’Zach |
And puff sacks in the hydraulic-dancin'cars |
Gotta a caulus on my hand for poppin’Branson jaws |
Bitches be prancin’hard cuz they know we maintain |
With enough ice to freeze rain in a woodgrain Range |
Dual exaust playa, I keep some soft |
It’s da gloss-boss, the floss-frost across the Randy Moss |
Until we meet again, y’all keep on servin''em out |
Nicky Sach, AKA, George Durban, what? |
(Murphy Lee) |
Young dude 'bout to do this like a veteran |
Long shorts, tall Timberland’s |
Flossin’in my icey Vokal, Varsity letterman |
Icey headband to hold my baby-dreads in That’s what it is, what 'of that a been |
Cuz when I get cold I freeze, when I’m hot, I’m water |
On ice at all times, hittin’hockey player’s daughters |
I’m like Ralph and the Honeymooners (Why I oughta!) |
Put ice on the S-T-L and my role model for startas |
I’m like icey as frozen foods with frost big friends |
Who all like 'em thin with icey rear-ends, nine outta ten get hit |
Seven outta nine givin’icey head in the icey whip |
School boy keep a icey fit for icey mits |
Who like icey that and icey this |
Smoke a icey spliff gettin’icey licked |
By these Pizza Hut delivery chicks who love tips |
(City Spud) |
Aiyyo, I’m icey when you say Lunatics gon’ride |
Love when ya call me to make yo C.D. |
hot |
Met this man sayin', How you go from bottom to top? |
Juan B behind me when I do T.V. slots |
Now I’m at the bar floatin’from the icey jaw |
Know who we are when I pull up in tha icey car |
I ice the chain cuz niggas got twice the change |
I ice the ring and niggas go to sortin’the game |
So if I’m hot, I’m hot, if you not, you not |
And if I’m clockin’dough, let me tick and tock |
And if love ready to rock, yo I’m hot to trot |
Courtney B. ready to rock, I’m hot to trot |
Yellow Mack ready to rock, I’m hot to trot |
Cougar Love say I’m hot then I’m buyin’a yacht |
And a drop to shock these niggas who jock D’s |
Think he might shock Eve, like the icey watchee |
Put these on six e’s, if I want it I get it I do it for publise so honeys’ll love this, ugh |