Trick Daddy - Tuck Ya Ice lyrics
rate me<FONT size="1"><B>(feat. Birdman)</B></FONT><BR><BR>
<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
Tuck, tuck that<br>
Tuck, tuck that<br>
Tuck, tuck that<br>
Tuck, tuck that<br>
Tuck, tuck that, ice in<br>
You aint, you aint, iced out<br>
Tuck, tuck that ice in<br>
I shine like a lighthouse<br>
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Tuck, tuck that ice in<br>
You ain't, you ain't iced<br>
Lights on, lights off<br>
I shine like a lighthouse<br>
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Tuck, tuck that, ice in<br>
You aint, you aint, iced out<br>
Tuck, tuck that ice in<br>
I shine like a lighthouse<br>
Tuck, tuck that ice in<br>
You ain't, you ain't iced<br>
Lights on, lights off<br>
I shine like a lighthouse<br>
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<i>[Trick Daddy]</i><br>
My shit is platinum<br>
These assholes wearin' white gold<br>
See I'm to smart for this cause<br>
All my shit paid for<br>
And why should I rent a house<br>
When I can huy it and write it off<br>
Make it my Florida home for the summer<br>
Round winter time just rent it out<br>
See I ain't none of them<br>
Who ride around on rented rims<br>
Change on the weekend<br>
And floss in him mama's Benz<br>
See when I hit the scene<br>
I be so fresh so clean<br>
White fitted, white tee<br>
Ain't nan nigga like me<br>
What kind of shit you on<br>
Wearin' fuckin' rhinestones<br>
Them cubic zirconia son<br>
Them ain't fuckin' diamonds<br>
So you gonna fuck around<br>
And get gangrene at the arm<br>
Who'd rob and kill one<br>
Over some mother-fuckin' slum<br>
Your chain is crazy<br>
That shit for gazey<br>
And it ain't real<br>
Unless its copper or stainless steel<br>
So whoever made it...<br>
You shouldn't have paid it<br>
Twenty grand for a watch<br>
Thats fuckin' gold plated!<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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<i>[Birdman]</i><br>
16 out the house<br>
17 gold mouth<br>
18 on the block<br>
Nigga got them thangs out<br>
Birdman stunna, nigga we don't sit in jail<br>
Real nigga's do real thangs<br>
You know we make bail<br>
Trick hit me on the cell<br>
Know I gotta make a sale<br>
Found myself in Dane County<br>
Nigga's movin' pounds of bail<br>
So fresh,so bright with the ice<br>
Nigga you could loose your life playing with the bright lights! Yea<br>
Cali got my back<br>
I'm strapped nigga and prephase<br>
Doin' it big, poppin' bottles, nigga the g-way<br>
Black handles, black ice, we'll get it right<br>
For a cheap price nigga that cutter'll get your mind right<br>
M.O.B. to a bitch<br>
Made my hood rich<br>
Quick cash, young money, it's that uptown shit<br>
Ballin'one them bitches<br>
Shock callin' on them bitches<br>
Two million on some ice and some cars on them bitches<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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<i>[Trick Daddy]</i><br>
They asked the kid the difference between mine and his<br>
See my shit blindin'<br>
His shit don't shine<br>
Cause that shit ain't real<br>
His gemstones, they fruity pebbles<br>
Just like Flinstones<br>
And he had his "Roley" on<br>
But I ain't even notice his arm<br>
But his diamonds cloudy<br>
And he ain't shiny<br>
And I heard his shit "Tick Tick Tickin'"<br>
Oh man, this nigga* trippin!<br>
See we poppin' bottles and smokin bugga<br>
Actin' cocky<br>
Big thangs with fat pockets<br>
Wearing seventy-thousand dollar watches<br>
My overseas friends<br>
Are breakin' thangs in<br>
Invest in a smaller hit town<br>
Shakin', bakin'and breakin' it down<br>
We gettin' top dollar<br>
Cause we got that top powder<br>
Hoes slob on our johnson<br>
Cause johnson got that best powder<br>
We call a grand a dollar<br>
We gettin' money holla<br>
Rollin' hard with five fives<br>
Real fucking street ballers<br>
I did five trucks since the first quarter<br>
I'm on the right path at this rate<br>
I'll be sellin' slabs by the halfs<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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