Watch Dro Spit

[Baby:] 
Ladies and Gentlemen, this young man is the author of the book 
Pimps are people too 
He is also the president of guns, bitches, and automobiles 
He also controls all the seafood trade 
He got, the skrimps, the lobsters, the primes 
The selmon, the little selmon, the big selmen 
The sardines, the cardads, and all that 
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together and give a warm welcome 
To Jay fizzle, my nizzle, fo shizzle 
(Turn up J. Fizzle's microphone) 
[Jazze Pha - in backround] 
Tell me why, why, is it soo 
That I'm soo-oh, ice cold (ice cold) 
Tell me why, why, is it soo 
That I'm soo-oh, ice cold 

[Baby:] 
Stunner and T Kizzie, thats so icey 
Mommy gave me rangs on the back of my bikey 
I got the mink coat for wifey, wifey 
Icey icey, my wifey wifey 
[TQ:] 
They should have named me Dr. Freeze 
Cause I'm the coldest nigga y'all done seen 
The day that rap met r&b 
Got the birdman, Jazze, and me 
[Baby:] 
Ay, ay, see I'm so icey, my life so cool 
So so icey, the boys a fool 
Ice from iceman, I ice my boo 
Iced all over, from my head to her shoe 
[TQ:] 
Ice in the mail from Jacob boo 
I got a million dollar prala seat behind ya too 
It's million dollar mob thats behind me boo 
Now watch what the fuck I do 
(Wipe em down, wipe em down, biatch) 

[Chorus: Jazze Pha] 
Tell me why, why, (whyyy) is it soo (is it soo) 
That I'm soo-oh, ice cold (so ice cold) 
Tell me why, why, is it soo, (tell me whyyy) soo 
That I'm soo-oh, ice cold 

[Baby:] 
Ay, ay, T Kizzie, r&b round 
I put ice on my mom, and my sister too 
It's mister icey icey, in the burgendy coupe 
[TQ:] 
I'd ice my grand-daddy, if he still was here 
On the white-wall tires, with them white-wall rims 
[Baby:] 
The million dollar ice, ice pumped up boots 
I got ice all over, with the million dollar shoes 
[TQ:] 
Look at iced up dro back, iced up me 
Watch #18 as he kill the cit-ty 
[Baby:] 
Put ice on my benz, on the 20 inch rims 
And I ice my lens with the burberry tims 
I got ice on my wrist, too cold to melt 
Pinky ring, icey icey, in a bird nest 
[TQ:] 
I'm from the ice clique, we unexplainably rich 
Whole lot of hits, whole lot of chips 
C-O the birdman, whole lot of bricks 
Put it all together, thats a whole lot of shit 

[Chrous: Jazze Pha] 

[Baby:] 
Ay, ay, T Kizzie, big pimpin 
I got million dollar game, with as fly as freak 
Princess, bigness, ice on my teeth 
Round shape, we shape, my shit is a fool 
I got 15 karats, icey ice my boo 
[TQ:] 
Went to the corner, you can see me 
I'm in the ice cold six four, smokin dro 
Ballin nice and e-z, ss that I bought from fresh 
With the Cali license plate that read L.A. is best 
[Baby:] 
Big Wop is iced out, and Ceedi iced out 
Tiny-toe, big g, my rounds iced out 
And Exey icey hot, and busy is too 
We get money, spit ice, and wear gucci suits 
[TQ:] 
Let me tell you bout what we are, is what we are 
Ice cold money makin, see ya marra 
And we gon keep ballin til they close the bar 
And do the same damn thing tomarra 
Oh yeah, oh yeah 

[Chorus: Jazze pha] 

Fo sho nigga, y'all know who want this ice shit 
For this game nigga, it ain't no secret 
See ya morra for life nigga 
My whole crew shinnin nigga 
Busy, birdman, third world magnolia, biatch 
Say T Queezie, your too hot for me pimpin 
See you stunnin, and you talk enough shit to make a cripple man walk 
I'm a tell you like this dog 
See Jimmy you holdin down back there nigga, keep your head up 
Say Elton, you still one of the hottest niggas out there nigga 
You aint front at all nigga, keep ya head up, biatch 
My brothers in this shit ya heard me, biatch, biatch 
Brrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr 
Birdcall motherfucker, birdcall motherfucker