Ice Age lyrics

[Some Woman]
Today's forecast: It's a cold world;
n*ggas better supply they own heat

[Ras Kass]
Ay how come you won't gimme no pus*y tonite?
Aight well shake the spot then, you think you special?
I hear your car keys jinglin', get the f*ck out
El Drex what you wanna do, Shai dog what you wanna do?
Kurupt what the f*ck you wanna do?
n*gga is you a rider n*gga?
Is life f*cked up?

[Kurupt]
They let the gangstas in this muthaf*cka
Ice Age

[Ras Kass]
I ride for my homeboys (2X)
n*gga it's all about the money
It's all about the chips
Let's get rich, what? what

[Verse 1: Kurupt]
You're minute Tiny Tim, try again
Up against the full wind, I'm an alien beast
I generate, penetrate, bust shots
Then fled, quick, sick in the head
Rippin' motherf*ckers to shreds (n*gga, n*gga..)
Facsimiles, don't know, friends or foes
Elusive n*gga this exclusive, conclusive evidence
Your vision is short range
Rearranged, restructured, recomposed and decomposed
Disassembled, dismembered, reconstructed, polished
Perfected, demolished, rejected, ejected, fo sho
Like I'm supposed to know this n*gga
I ain't neva seen him before --- my life
b*tch ass n*gga, who tha f*ck you supposed to be?
[Hook: Ras Kass]
'Cause n*ggas I grew up wit threw up sh*t
On sum I don't give a f*ck sh*t
Makin' enemies duck sh*t
I'm on some make a million bucks quick
Money gone! Quick get a duck sick trick
Not the one to f*ck wit
My dyke b*tch pimpin' on some Heidi Fleiss sh*t
Ludicrous iron mic sh*t.. stabbing yo cold heart wit a ice pick
Tha Ice age!.. Ice Age (2X)
Stab yo cold heart wit a ice pick

[Verse 2: Ras Kass]
Now men must be either pampered or crushed
To regulate, relegate and delegate power
n*gga touch sumtin', trust no one and die dumpin'
Drained your battery you barely talkin' like Teddy Ruxpin
See that's what's up, homie I don't give a f*ck
Spit some sh*t so nasty it'd make Lil' Kim blush
As if a '98 Bentley didn't tempt me
To lay bullsh*t over dis empty
But consequently my conscience didn't permit me
I'm one third black man, one third Jackie Chan and one third sand
sh*tftin' across the surface of tha land
Golden state warrrrior!!
Let my nuts hang like, n*ggas in nooses
Why you givin' groupies all your lucci? (why?)
I'm known for f*ckin' hoochies in Suzukis
And slippin' bougie b*tches roofies
Loved and feared, severe yet loved
The full time titan, fightin' 3 million over night thugs
So keep your, hand out your rectum 'cause you can't stop sh*t
Don't rock sh*t
Studio hustlaz claim they got more keys than a locksmith
What part of the game is this? Overtime!
Gimme the mic, the money, and the pus*y, in that order
The more, the overpopulated, get f*cked and orally copulated
So all you chumps on some you owe me an apology sh*t
Suck your apology out my di*k!
[Hook: Ras Kass]
'Cause n*ggas I grew up wit threw up sh*t
On sum I don't give a f*ck sh*t
Makin' enemies duck sh*t
I'm on some make a million bucks quick
Money gone! Quick get a duck sick trick
Not the one to f*ck wit
My dyke b*tch pimpin' on some Heidi Fleiss sh*t
Ludicrous iron mic sh*t.. stabbing yo cold heart wit a ice pick
Tha Ice age!.. Ice Age (2X)
Stab yo cold heart wit a ice pick

[Verse 3: Ras Kass]
We all pawns in the game, but every pawn got his personal chess board
How many pieces can you afford?
We got every reason to f*ck you a traitor
In 20 words Webster's definition of a playa hater:
"The reason why you hate me so bad is 'cause you love me too much
But don't like yourself enough"
And homie that's it, your hands probably got calluses
From the way you be swingin' on my di*k
That's why your main squeeze wanna f*ck me for free
Slit the finger in her monkey and she dropped on one knee
If u playin' wit your pus*y while you suckin' my D
U can c*m (come) wit me like T-U-P-A-C!
[Verse 4: El Drex]
They wanna know where Drex is, he's out f*ckin' in Texas
I'm iller than AIDS so you don't really wanna catch dis
Drivin' in a Lexus wit n*ggas that drive reckless
I was thinkin' murder back when Melle dropped "The Message"
Money bossin', C-me-arson, Stone Cold Steve Austin
John Gotti, drinkin' notti, pullin' holes thru your body
West coast silly b*tch, East coast silly b*tch
I ain't Big Willie b*tch, Drex gonna kill a b*tch!

[Kurupt]
Is that my cash ya got?
Is that my hash ya got?
I hate to make you take yo sh*t off my man
But I don't think you know who the f*ck I am
Analyze (analyze), so what's the analysis? (n*gga)
You startin' bonfires, I'm burnin' down palaces
See I know maniacs, arsonists with pyromaniacs
Mul-ti brainiacs

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Ice Age, Kurupt! Biaaaaatch!