Hot Boy$ - Rock Ice (feat. Big Tymers) Lyrics
f/ Big Tymers[B.G.]When it comes down to stuntin', I pull it allWhen it comes down to G shit, I get it allWhen it come to pullin' hot girls, I pull 'em allWhen it come to rockin' ice, B.G. rock it allSport diamonds like I tote a techBaby tote a fo' nickel like he wrappin' giftsTry to stay cool so I don't melt the diamonds 'round my neckI keep bustas in suspense of what I'mma do next, gotta respectI ain't out to please a *****She could get on her kneesI'm tryin' to get richI'm shined out, ten karats on my wristFlyin' first class, me and my whole click, now***** a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the bottleNever I play, you know I'm 'bout murderin'I ain't gotta say itYou don't cross me, I don't cross youBut understand a Hot Boy gotta floss tooLook, I'm iced out[Big Tymers]1 - I rock ice (lil' daddy)Everytime I stepI rock ice (lil' momma)Cuz I love the repI rock ice (whole world)Cuz I'm doin' my thangI rock iceBling bling, bling bling[Turk]My Rolex crushed out, my chrome stay spinnin',Hot Boy wit so much money, I don't know how to spend itDon't you wish you could be in my shoes just for a minuteCarry nothin' but faces, never quarters and penniesI started at nothin', look at me now, I'm iced outPolice think I'm doin' wrong, but nope, I'm right nowIt's cuz I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' my backPaper on everything I have, so how you love thatThey don't wanna see me ballin', wanna see me fallin'Got it locked off wit my tank against the wallin'I floss but get dirty tooMy Roley cost, try to take it and I'll murder youYa say I stun too muchI can't help it, I be with babyThe number one stunner who drive these girls crazy,The one with the 32 platts in his mouth,Two Roleys on his wrist, game spitta from the south,Tell me, what kinda nigga rock ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)Repeat 1[Wayne]It's Cash Money youngest niggaRight around ten figgasThat's what I (uh) work withPockets are (uh) perkin'Money is my purposeWhatever I purchaseOh, could you do better?Rollin' with the bezelWho that be, that's Wayne,Look at his gold chain,Sometimes I wear grey,White diamonds, pear shaped,My jewelry just pure awfulAnd I can't stop thuggin', it's just in my cultureIt's a must, everyday I'mma shine, blackYou wan' meet me?You just might need contactsCuz I'm the little one with the ice, flossingPlease, playa hater, get your wife off meI ride by in a Jag with the top lowThrowin' hundreds, but it's cool, cuz I got moreMe and my niggas, we stunt like there's no tomorrowBig Tymers, Hot BoysNigga CMR, nigga CMRRepeat 1[Juvenile]Now you boys now them 4 99's I got expiredAll them *****es plushed out on 20 inch tiresI'm lookin' for some hell of a head, is you for hire?,You lookin' at this Roley I got, don't you adire,The way a nigga lay a stuntBraggin' 'bout 20 inch rims, up in the restaurantBut it ain't over, I'm about to go to DisneylandYo, you *****in' deaf now, ya understand?What if my baby momma's ride by, lookin goodI gave 'em both a hundred G's to get them out the hoodMy momma gettin' chauffeured like a movie starShe don't know a damn thing about drivin' a carI'm rimmed upNow peep this million dollar smile in my mouthAnd all this luxury shit I got in my houseI done sold a million records and I'm still goin'Don't ask about my watch and my chain, it's still goneRepeat 1
