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Baby Aka The #1 Stunna – Ice Cold
Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics
Song : Ice Cold
Artist : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna
Album : Birdman
[Baby]
Ladies and Gentlemen, this young man is the author of the book
Pimps are people too
He is also the president of guns, b**ches, and automobiles
He also controls all the seafood trade
He got, the skrimps, the lobsters, the primes
The selmon, the little selmon, the big selmen
The sardines, the cardads, and all that
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together and give a warm welcome
To Jay fizzle, my nizzle, fo shizzle
(Turn up J. Fizzle’s microphone)
[Jazze Pha - in backround]
Tell me why, why, is it soo
That I’m soo-oh, ice cold (ice cold)
Tell me why, why, is it soo
That I’m soo-oh, ice cold
[Verse 1]
[Baby]
Stunner and T Kizzie, that’s so icey
Mommy gave me brains on the back of my bikey
I got the mink coat for wifey, wifey
Icey icey, my wifey wifey
[TQ]
They should have named me Dr. Freeze
Cause I’m the coldest nigga y’all done seen
The day that rap met r&b
Got the birdman, Jazze, and me
[Baby]
Ay, ay, see I’m so icey, my life so cool
So so icey, the boys a fool
Ice from iceman, I ice my boo
Iced all over, from my head to her shoe
[TQ]
Ice in the mail from Jacob boo
I got a million dollar prala seat behind ya too
It’s million dollar mob that’s behind me boo
Now watch what the f**k I do
(Wipe em down, wipe em down, b**ch)
[Chorus - Jazze Pha]
Tell me why, why, (why) is it soo (is it soo)
That I’m soo-oh, ice cold (so ice cold)
Tell me why, why, is it soo, (tell me why) soo
That I’m soo-oh, ice cold
[Verse 2]
[Baby]
Ay, ay, T Kizzie, r&b round
I put ice on my mom, and my sister too
It’s mister icey icey, in the burgendy coupe
[TQ]
I’d ice my grand-daddy, if he still was here
On the white-wall tires, with them white-wall rims
[Baby]
The million dollar ice, ice pumped up boots
I got ice all over, with the million dollar shoes
[TQ]
Look at iced up dro back, iced up me
Watch #18 as he kill the cit-ty
[Baby]
Put ice on my Benz, on the 20 inch rims
And I ice my lens with the burberry tims
I got ice on my wrist, too cold to melt
Pinky ring, icey icey, in a bird nest
[TQ]
I’m from the ice clique, we unexplainably rich
Whole lot of hits, whole lot of chips
C-O the birdman, whole lot of bricks
Put it all together, that’s a whole lot of s**t
[Chorus - Jazze Pha]
[Verse 3]
[Baby]
Ay, ay, T Kizzie, big pimping
I got million dollar game, with as fly as freak
Princess, bigness, ice on my teeth
Round shape, we shape, my s**t is a fool
I got 15 karats, icey ice my boo
[TQ]
Went to the corner, you can see me
I’m in the ice cold six four, smoking dro
Balling nice and e-z, is that I bought from fresh
With the Cali license plate that read L.A. is best
[Baby]
Big Wop is iced out, and Ceedi iced out
Tiny-toe, big g, my rounds iced out
And Exey icey hot, and busy is too
We get money, spit ice, and wear Gucci suits
[TQ]
Let me tell you bout what we are, is what we are
Ice cold money making, see ya marra
And we gonna keep balling til they close the bar
And do the same damn thing tomorrow
Oh yeah, oh yeah
[Chorus - Jazze pha]
Fo sure nigga, y’all know who want this ice s**t
For this game nigga, it ain’t no secret
See ya morra for life nigga
My whole crew shinning nigga
Busy, birdman, third world magnolia, b**ch
Say T Queezie, your too hot for me pimping
See you stunning, and you talk enough s**t to make a cripple man walk
I’m a tell you like this dog
See Jimmy you holding down back there nigga, keep your head up
Say Elton, you still one of the hottest niggas out there nigga
You ain’t front at all nigga, keep ya head up, b**ch
My brothers in this s**t ya heard me, b**ch, b**ch
Brrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Birdcall motherf**ker, birdcall motherf**ker
Credit to : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics on Ringtones Z
Baby Aka The #1 Stunna – I Got To
Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics
Song : I Got To
Artist : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna
Album : Birdman
[Lil Wayne]
B**ch look up in the sky it’s the bird f**king man
Junior daddy – sh**ting on the game
You probably see me sitting on the Range
I’m hustling – look up in the sky it’s a bird of some cain
Aye, I flip it twice and I serve in the game
Shout it “Ride fly, 20 birds on that thang”
I say shout it “Ride high dro burn my brain”
Gotta let a boy – I re-earn my thang
And my five pound germ might sing
A song – if you wanna sing say “Bling”
And if you ever see my pa say “King”
And if you ever see his son say “Weezy baby!”
New prints of the Big Easy baby
Ya’ll niggas can’t see me, but I see you lil Pha Pha baby
Ya dude can’t lose – I’ma spread my wings and fly away brrrr!
[Chorus]
Know why I stay so f**king fly?
Stay dipped in every kind of ice?
Big rims on every ride?
Cause I got to, I got to nigga
Live life you ain’t gone live it twice
Pop ‘cris, smoke dro, and get that white
Don’t worry ’bout the price
Cause I got you, I got to nigga
[Baby]
It’s the king of the flyer
That ride skinny tires
I’m so so high and I’m so so higher
Its me and Jr. that’s so so fly
F**k them other niggas cause they need to retire
We pluck polar bear winter on my side
Sitting on the swine – alligator punch-line
Super stitch in my leather – pockets full of cheddar
Smoke sticky, icky, icky, icky
We drank absolute cristal for breakfast
New whips come out – I puts it together
Tell you how I do it – I change my leather
No stock Blackwood with the foreign feathers
And German eyes with them Gucci sweaters
Bought mami the matching s**t and plucked her feathers
I wipe it down b**ch – bird lady forever
Birdman switch from Rees to (?) leather
[Chorus]
[Baby]
She was a raggedy b**ch, switched her up, cleaned her life
You no longer a scrub you the Birdman’s wife
So don’t you think twice about this mink and leather s**t
You drive by the hood and bird s**t on a b**ch
Drive anything you want cause you the Birdman’s b**ch
Get anything you need and you roll with the clique
Go to the club and get a front row seat
Pop mo Don P just s**t on a b**ch
See your fly now mami – used to be a dirty b**ch
Got all these hoes trying to ride your d**k
You maintain mami – you never just wild out
That’s why Stunna put you in that big a** house
With the German floors with the wood grain side
Mink on the door with the foreign G ride
(?) Bird berry Gucci be a surprise
No cost too high for my b**ch to stay fly
[Chorus 1x fades to talking]
Credit to : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics on Ringtones Z
Baby Aka The #1 Stunna – How It Be
Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics
Song : How It Be
Artist : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna
Album : Birdman
[Baby]
See the party won’t start ’till I walk in
And I might start over with them Burberry tims
Me and J.D. with ’bout 10 of our friends
The Benz, the Lexus with the bubble eye lens
Bentley, coupes with the rag top vets
Brand new caddy with the jews and jets
[J.D.]
Throw up your sets up your bets
I’m the big check sign nigga rhyme nigga 24 I’m grindin’
Nigga hot boys since runnin’ they was singin’
Here we go spendin’ dough s**t you ain’t know
I works this pimp juice
Cash Money and So So Def all hell ’bout to break loose
[Chorus: TQ]
Every city town I go
Y’all know just how it be
When I come threw I shut it down
Cuz ain’t no body bad like me
From the girls in the club that be shakin’ they a**
To the way that we make your speakers blast
Last name Money first name is Cash
Y’all know y’all know just how it be
[Baby]
Big pimpin and hustlin we riding and dubbin’
When we walk threw the club all the hoes be huggin
More money more pain three colors on the range
We threw it out the roof screamin money ain’t a thang
Visit JD get a boo and see it (holla)
We Gucci down from the head to the feet
The Cash Money model this nigga be greedy
And these horny hoes holla stunna please fini..
[J.D.]
I’m the loud over the top type
Never quiet when I come to your town I’m trying to start me a riot
F**k your diet
Me and my niggas keep eating
Heating like DeNiro in the middle of the street and
I represent those that party all night
Shut down the club screamin green light
It’s me and the Birdman ya heard
Please be clear It’s so much stunnin going on in here
[Chorus - repeat 4X]
Credit to : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics on Ringtones Z
Baby Aka The #1 Stunna – Ghetto Life
Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics
Song : Ghetto Life
Artist : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna
Album : Birdman
[Man talking]
Ok, we got the Birdman in the building (the birdman)
We got Killa in the building (yeah)
We got Young Weezy in the building (Weezy)
[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
Nigga it’s, B-M, J-R, Weezy baby
Tryna see him, naw, he need to even eighty (shut yo chips up)
And, I ain’t speakin G’s, I’m talkin M
And I’m walkin like a pimp in (piiiiiimp) them all street tims
Man shorty got more green than a Boston Gems
Green (?) , they don’t cost in rims
Wayne appear, nigga put a walls in ya ear
Let ya know a f**kin boss up in here
How much it cost for this here?
How much it cost for this year?
Cuz Me and Stunna bout to buy it
Put yo spoons down, Cash Money off the diet
I pass in a ride on triot, that’s traze
But those who was in the days when the teachers was on that pay
I’m raise in the cajun cage, with a bit of amazing grace
And prone to move coke at a amazing pace
Man my daddy super Dave, let’s race it
Real not have me, B I’ma win it, I’m a champ
[Chorus: TQ]
In the ghetto life, I’m a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy)
Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets
(Somebody tell me what’s crackin before)
I’m a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup
For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin me
Ghetto, ghetto, Ghetto Life
[Verse 2: Baby]
Aye, aye, holla at me T-Keez, T-Keezy, Birdman, Birdman
See I ride in them shake (34’s) when I’m pimpin these hoes (beyotch!)
It’s just that, ([TQ:] Sunshine City!) when I’m smokin that dro
When it comes to this ice, real livin his life
Get money, pimpin hoes, with these ghetto type
Nigga check the background, I got O.G. stripe
Just a hoodrich nigga flippin birds on a bike
Not survive in this world with guns, pahs, and knifes
Pour out, a lil’ liquor, mami lost her life
All my niggas in the penitentiary holdin that life
See I’m stunnin for my niggas with this chromed out pipes
This swish interry foreign german lifes (beyotch)
And I keep this big toolie just protect my ice (holla at me nigga)
I act, a damn fool, when I’m full of that white (absolute beyotch)
But it’s the Birdman daddy with these ghe-tto stripes
Ghe-tto hood (Uptown), Ghe-tto pipe (9 Millimeter)
Ghe-tto walk (yeah), With my ghe-tto life (Beyotch)
[Chorus: TQ]
In the ghetto life, I’m a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy)
Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets
I’m a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup
For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin meeeee
Ghetto, ghetto, I’m a Ghetto Life
[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Uh-huh, Diplomats, man listen
Ayyo the duck just born, I need seven more leaders
C-Five, Fo’-Fum, and a Seven-Fo’ fever (what else)
Act up though I let the Fo’ fever leave ya (leave ya)
Dice game, head crack, Six-Fo’ fever (fever)
When I’m in L.A., I got Six-Fo’ fever (fever)
Fever for the flava of a six-foot diva (let ‘em know)
I told the po to feave her, I’m a bouty crook
Out to juuust, not a chef (?) know how to cook
With the piece stocks, cook up the rocks
Seventh Delenix is hot, I done cook up the block
Send glocks to ya block, out done cook up yo sspotss
That’s how coke for that cook up his watch (what else though?)
I’m one of those, that will look up to Pac (why?)
Cuz when I get pulled over, cook up the cops (damn, follow what)
All they say is, look at his drop (what else?)
Hand on my liscence, look at his watch (f**k em)
But, thug s**t dogg, we down with Baby (baby)
We come through clownin baby (baby)
And if we, surrounded babies, ducktape the kids to the wall
Then shoot circle all around the baby, Killa!
[Chorus: TQ]
In the ghetto life, I’m a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy)
Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets
I’m a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup
For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin meeeee
Ghetto, ghetto, In a Ghetto Life
[Cam'Ron talking]
It’s nothin man, Killa!
Diplomats, Cash Money
Baby, holla!
Jim Jones, Santana, what’s good, Roc-a-Fella
(brrrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrr!)
[Man talking]
Birdman
Fly, to hood near you
Then they got ‘em cheap (whoo!)
(Yeah, ya know, ya know)
Get that call out one more time
(brrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrrr!) [3x]
[beat fades]
Credit to : Baby Aka The #1 Stunna Lyrics on Ringtones Z