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in my pocket or the trunk of the black Impala

where the pump just sit for them punks who trip

But besides that, life's good - yeah

This my nigga Blade right here (you could call me Icewood)



[Ingrid Smalls + (Royce)]

Icewood? (Icewood) I could

go home witchu baby if the pipe good



[Royce Da 5'9"]

We get a whole lot of scrilla, fo'-fives is wit us

Whole flight can fill us, Globetrotter nigga

When you see a plus sign in front of like twelve numbers

on your cell that's me callin to tell you

that I ain't at home (yeah)

I'm witnessin the midnight sun in Finland with the big row bone

With six different funds

Coronas, pesos, zeros, the list goes on

We send henchmen to wet ya

In between trips to the Philippines with strippers wit us

Bet chips on Pistons, gassed off Sheed (yeah)

yellin pass the ball to Rip and Billups, mami



[Chorus: Jay Black]

If you got love for me, then do your little dance for me

Turn that ass around, (turn around) and keep doin what you dooooo

If you got a thang for me, then do your thang for me

Turn that ass around, (turn around) cause you've got it comin



[Blade Icewood + (Ingrid)]

Turn that ass 'round, ma you know I'm a clown

Throw a little money 'round, do my dance to the sounds

Worth a whole lotta cash, so you know I got the pound on me

Yeah dance for my homie (damn what's the nigga name?)

Five-Nine (Five-Nine)



[Royce Da 5'9"]

Pimp game got it goin from the first line

Chain plenty hang time, yeah



[Blade Icewood]

G-4 plane flyin, '05 Range drivin

If the deal ain't least ten mil' I ain't signin

Heard she can make it do the "Nolia Clap"

It's Mr. Blade Icewood the new king of rap

I got these shots for you haters (c'mon)

Tell the waiters bring the shots, use the liquor to motivate her

to hop up in the whip, before she leave the lot

Got my dick between her lips; hand between her hips

On some freaky shit, yeah ain't know I did it like that

She thought it was all rap 'til she screamin on her back

Playa, we send henchmen to wet ya

In between trips to the Philippines with strippers wit us

Bet chips on Pistons, gassed off Sheed (yeah)

yellin pass the ball to Rip and Billups, mami



[Chorus]



[Royce Da 5'9"]

Yeah, we hit makers with acres

We hit Vegas with chips major, we can't just

ball like the usual team, we stay whylin

Up the challenge, fuck it, tear up the palace

Fuck with, nothin but them trucks with, halogen lights

Did bad in his life, them cuts and calluses

In the G-4, in a suit, eatin souffl©

In the seat big get your coupe, nigga go play



[Blade Icewood]

Hey come over here!

Well you can have it your way, blow cabbage all day

Ice, everywhere, bought it from all yay

This ain't no spaceship, gave the Rover a facelift

Lift the fifth to my lips while she movin her hips

Yeahhh - side to side, I decide

when the time is right for us to slide

We ain't movin at the mansion yet, the panty's wet

That's how you feel off a pill, why you panickin?

Go away!



[Chorus]