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This is the I-C-E. . .from a new rising group called the BIC, with Bad and Tez (aka Superman).
Story behind the song
Some have heard these lyrics before, i finally put it somewhere.
Lyrics
I rumble the cause to bust up yo jaws
Im that guy from the 313, neva see no flaws
you touch my shirt and youll see the flaows
betta protect yo'self betta, betta grab yo balls
like Mr. Mathers, yeah that kid, couldnt be badda
I keep my top tilted and bent, like the mad hatta
Im the man wit the nice job, i keep my pockets fatta
that gurl up the street, yeah i could have hadda
But i had enough of her, time to move along
Had me more smoked up, than any Che Chin Chong
Thats the motivation thats got me on this song
Sike, this hot beat, moves me just like a slave gong
I cant believe that people try an' mess me ova
Ill blow the spot you at just like a supanova
ill trample you ova and ova just like a bull doza
"homie dont play dat" just like a clown, a boozoa
I rap with the greatest cause theres no mistake
Da realest partiers sorrounded by da fake
losers think fun is sittin at home bakin a cake
while im at the club making all the gurls ass shake
cause a earthquake, with my sound system
my bass is so strong, think youve already missed him
didnt mean to scare yall, make it sound so grim
just hang wit my cousins while i spit it to dem
when we come in your hood wit forces and white tees
only there for fun not to have you on one knee
had this fine ass chick her name was Tiffany
had the biggest ass, just as far as you could see
no need for jealously, just a one night stand
have you popped up so much then any pop can
wait, Im here for fun, maybe a better lookin' fan
Ice: cool and collected you know Im the man
