"Ice Age" lyrics

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
I ride for my homeboys
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 with 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 with
My dyke bitch pimpin' on some Heidi Fleiss shit
Ludicrous iron mic shit... stabbing yo cold heart with a ice pick
Tha Ice age!... Ice Age
Tha Ice age!... Ice Age
Stab yo cold heart with 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 with 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 with
My dyke bitch pimpin' on some Heidi Fleiss shit
Ludicrous iron mic shit... stabbing yo cold heart with a ice pick
Tha Ice age!... Ice Age
Tha Ice age!... Ice Age
Stab yo cold heart with 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' with your pussy while you suckin' my D
U can cum (come) with 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 with 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

Ice Age, Kurupt! Biaaaaatch!