Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ice Age, artist - Wu-Syndicate. Date of issue: 19.04.1999
Song language: English
Ice Age |
| Yo, son gimme some play on this release of Slot Time, son |
| (Aight, son, it’s all Wu) |
| Gimme some play, man, it’s cold world right now |
| (It's real out here man, word up) |
| Wu-Syndicate |
| Icy, (ice, ice, ice |
| It’s fridget out here God) |
| Grab your coat! |
| (Word) |
| It’s the modern day Ice Age |
| The world’s frozen, turned front page |
| Cats with icy bloodstreams in the rage |
| Thirty-two degrees below poverty, feds drug raid |
| and lock you in a cage where it’s cold, the Ice Age |
| Peace to freed jail cats come home, now they cop ranges |
| Hand to hand shoot outs with mack, new on the block stranger |
| Caught up in VA, New York language |
| Miami niggas had these projects locked till the knox raided |
| Holdin ball, paint job, the top flavor |
| What up my nigga? |
| Rock the gold teeth grill, bally some dark suede gear |
| Twenty dollar bill mixed with speed ball |
| Teen team burn, finger firey red, makin the king fall |
| Incarceration, as an incarconsist is your education |
| 150 gats with clip, arsonists in the makins |
| Slight back your moon roof, gimme some liquer straight no prune juice |
| wildin’all night, who let the goons loose? |
| City serpent, street merchant, networkin |
| Oakwood suburban, dirty swervin, poppin Germans |
| Mindor way now, shorties want style that’s foul, flagrant |
| ya laced shit |
| Case can’t face it, house arrest, I shake the gates |
| and give up for flesh, money long, Sonny singin funny songs |
| The street songs, faggot at arms, retire firearms |
| Lamb skin, master craftsman, just stay flashin |
| Mashin, chest burnin from a thug passion |
| I tilt bottles up in the club, fuckin with dick models |
| Dick throbbin, Haley’s comet, 2G will ever aristotle |
| Extort cream near the Fort Green, Cali palm trees |
| Clam stee, Vietnam fleet, ya scream 'fore I bomb thee |
| That’s icy medallions with a icy bloodstream |
| Rip shit with platinum niggaz, that blew off Ice Cream |
| Peace to ice that got them things |
| that you measure with triple beams |
| Some are words, turn to ice, turned my moms into fiend |
| P rocked some much ice, we called him iceberg |
| He touched an iceberg, how did that benz waggin hit that iceberg? |
| Now the word’s out about Wu-Syndicate, ice heist a lease |
| On pyramids, ice men gave dominicans ice keys |
| I see quality, bitches suckin’dick with icys for ice rings |
| Now them theme cats are Romanian |
| Ice bracelets crown fiends, that’s a chilly willy thing |
| I need an igloo in Alaska to escape Lucifer’s sting |