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A walkin' holiday, my nickname is
*whistles* plop, out for the fallin' screens
Got more green then a supersonic sweater letter
Ice is nothin' but like the weight of a feather
My ring is a prostitute, my cut slut
Stick ya in her butt and it'll cost 10 bucks
Ice crushed like a but it ain't nothin' to we
If a nigga walk into a store and less then a G
Like shaggy, it wasn't me, somethin' you'll never see
See I see ice then crushed ice in a icee
Matter-fact if my rap were wack, I'd still make
Could go platinum if I dissed every city on track
If I was with a mean midget attached to my arm
I'd still be the one hoes wanna take to the prom
Mad 'cause you get as many girls as a full of gay boys
My trunk got more bump a ass full of himroids
I'ma, in a benz for a pinto with no rims
And ask the hoes "You still wanna be friends?"
It seems like all haters been hatin' us lately
Because we get more icing donuts and pastries
100 G's or 8 G's, matter I'll make G's
We make more dough then Keebler elves in
Don't hate me, hate the
Don't hate that we change
Chamillionaire through and I'll correct your brain