Trick Daddy

Trick Daddy - Tuck Ya Ice

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<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>

<br>

<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>

<br>

<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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