Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ice Age, artist - Ras Kass. Album song Rasassination (The End), in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Ice Age |
| Today’s forecast: It’s a cold world; |
| Niggas better supply they own heat |
| Ay how come you won’t gimme no pussy tonite? |
| Aight well shake the spot then, you think you special? |
| I hear your car keys jinglin', get the fuck out |
| El Drex what you wanna do, Shai dog what you wanna do? |
| Kurupt what the fuck you wanna do? |
| Nigga is you a rider nigga? |
| Is life fucked up? |
| They let the gangstas in this muthafucka |
| Ice Age |
| I ride for my homeboys (2X) |
| Nigga it’s all about the money |
| It’s all about the chips |
| Let’s get rich, what? |
| what |
| With my new Tiny Tim, try again |
| Up against the full wind, I’m an alien beast |
| I generate, penetrate, bust shots |
| Then fled, quick, sick in the head |
| Rippin' motherfuckers to shreds (nigga, nigga.) |
| Facsimiles, don’t know, friends or foes |
| Elusive nigga this exclusive, conclusive evidence |
| Your vision is short range |
| Rearranged, restructured, recomposed and decomposed |
| Disassembled, dismembered, reconstructed, polished |
| Perfected, demolished, rejected, ejected, fo sho |
| Like I’m supposed to know this nigga |
| I ain’t neva seen him before --- my life |
| Bitch ass nigga, who tha fuck you supposed to be? |
| 'Cause niggas I grew up wit threw up shit |
| On sum I don’t give a fuck shit |
| Makin' enemies duck shit |
| I’m on some make a million bucks quick |
| Money gone! |
| Quick get a duck sick trick |
| Not the one to fuck wit |
| My dyke bitch pimpin' on some Heidi Fleiss shit |
| Ludicrous iron mic shit. |
| stabbing yo cold heart wit a ice pick |
| Tha Ice age!.. Ice Age (2X) |
| Stab yo cold heart wit a ice pick |
| Now men must be either pampered or crushed |
| To regulate, relegate and delegate power |
| Nigga touch sumtin', trust no one and die dumpin' |
| Drained your battery you barely talkin' like Teddy Ruxpin |
| See that’s what’s up, homie I don’t give a fuck |
| Spit some shit so nasty it’d make Lil' Kim blush |
| As if a '98 Bentley didn’t tempt me |
| To lay bullshit over dis empty |
| But consequently my conscience didn’t permit me |
| I’m one third black man, one third Jackie Chan and one third sand |
| Shitftin' across the surface of tha land |
| Golden state warrrrior! |
| Let my nuts hang like, niggas in nooses |
| Why you givin' groupies all your lucci? |
| (why?) |
| I’m known for fuckin' hoochies in Suzukis |
| And slippin' bougie bitches roofies |
| Loved and feared, severe yet loved |
| The full time titan, fightin' 3 million over night thugs |
| So keep your, hand out your rectum 'cause you can’t stop shit |
| Don’t rock shit |
| Studio hustlaz claim they got more keys than a locksmith |
| What part of the game is this? |
| Overtime! |
| Gimme the mic, the money, and the pussy, in that order |
| The more, the overpopulated, get fucked and orally copulated |
| So all you chumps on some you owe me an apology shit |
| Suck your apology out my dick! |
| 'Cause niggas I grew up wit threw up shit |
| On sum I don’t give a fuck shit |
| Makin' enemies duck shit |
| I’m on some make a million bucks quick |
| Money gone! |
| Quick get a duck sick trick |
| Not the one to fuck wit |
| My dyke bitch pimpin' on some Heidi Fleiss shit |
| Ludicrous iron mic shit. |
| stabbing yo cold heart wit a ice pick |
| Tha Ice age!.. Ice Age (2X) |
| Stab yo cold heart wit a ice pick |
| We all pawns in the game, but every pawn got his personal chess board |
| How many pieces can you afford? |
| We got every reason to fuck you a traitor |
| In 20 words Webster’s definition of a playa hater: |
| «The reason why you hate me so bad is 'cause you love me too much |
| But don’t like yourself enough» |
| And homie that’s it, your hands probably got calluses |
| From the way you be swingin' on my dick |
| That’s why your main squeeze wanna fuck me for free |
| Slit the finger in her monkey and she dropped on one knee |
| If u playin' wit your pussy while you suckin' my D |
| U can cum (come) wit me like T-U-P-A-C! |
| They wanna know where Drex is, he’s out fuckin' in Texas |
| I’m iller than AIDS so you don’t really wanna catch dis |
| Drivin' in a Lexus wit niggas that drive reckless |
| I was thinkin' murder back when Melle dropped «The Message» |
| Money bossin', C-me-arson, Stone Cold Steve Austin |
| John Gotti, drinkin' notti, pullin' holes thru your body |
| West coast silly bitch, East coast silly bitch |
| I ain’t Big Willie bitch, Drex gonna kill a bitch! |
| Is that my cash ya got? |
| Is that my hash ya got? |
| I hate to make you take yo shit off my man |
| But I don’t think you know who the fuck I am |
| Analyze (analyze), so what’s the analysis? |
| (nigga) |
| You startin' bonfires, I’m burnin' down palaces |
| See I know maniacs, arsonists with pyromaniacs |
| Mul-ti brainiacs |
| Fades: |
| Ice Age, Kurupt! |
| Biaaaaatch! |