ice ice baby
• Written by NASTYDOG
I pull up in the dope truck
I got the right stuff yup
buck up in my hand
if you want to dance
I got weighed grams
no cuffing absolutely nothing
if you owe me scratch
and I see you on my track
I'm gonna let my finger tap
rat a tat a tat at projectile clap
no dough from bones
but I hack you in half how I relax
lesson sent to class
fuck around get bashed
easily understand that
reasonable people down with that
nothing here be fishy
wish we never had to sleep
people in this city fiend heavy duty
productivity can hardly keep up
I roll solo trust one no don't think so
I keep a steady flow
grow my own so many cell phones
more bullets then a hunter holds
so sickening dog
I got a cold missing the show never broke
cash flow poke out like rain flows show
on the pacific coast get it got it good bro peace out
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NASTYDOG
Member since January 4 2015