I`m icy, I`m icy, I`m icy, I`m icy, I`m icy, I`m icy
I`m icy, I`m icy
[Chorus]
All these girls excited
Oooo ya know they like it
I`m so icy, so icy
Girl don`t try to fight it
All yo friends invited
I`m so icy, so icy
[1st Verse: Young Jeezy]
Got a house around my neck, and my wrist on chill
Any given time, 250 in ya grill (a quarter million?)
All I do is talk shit
You can even add a couple grand for my outfit
You betta act like ya know man
In my hood they call me Jeezy the Snowman
Ya get it? Get it? Jeezy the Snowman
I`m iced out, plus I got snow, man
Let it marinate, y`all niggaz is slow man (slow man)
(Mane what the fuck y`all...yo dumb ass)
I used to get nineteen for a beat
Call me Ginuwine, the same `ol G (`ol G)
I`m the shit biiiaaattch, I need toilet paper (daaaaaayyuum!)
And some air freshener nigga, fuck a hata
These niggaz don`t like me
I`m wit the Gucci Mane and I`m so icy
[Chorus]
[2nd Verse: Gucci Mane]
She diggin my fit, she think I`m the shit
Is this a chain on my neck, or the watch in my wrist
Maybe the ice in my ear, or my bracelet
But she look like the type that could take a dick
Young Gucci Mane, don`t kiss me baby you can kiss my chain
Ya gotta be a dime piece
just to look at the rocks in my time piece
I come through in a drop top Jag, or Old-School Chevy wit the antique tags
My pockets so heavy that I can`t walk steady
Niggaz coppin ice we done done it already
Got a gold grill but it`s not from Eddie
I ride big Chevys cause a nigga ain`t petty
I`m icy, so motherfuckin snowed up, lil kids wanna
be like Gucci when they grow up
Me, Jeezy and Boo
We ain`t hatin pussy nigga `gon and do what you do
Cuz we icy, so icy, we icy, so icy
[Chorus]
[3rd Verse: Boo]
I`m hoppin out the range wit the seats piped out
You can still see my chain even when the lights out
Cuz dat`s how monsters do it
Spit a lil game give `em that flosser music
I`m the man from the C.H.I
These lames runnin `round thinkin they so fly
Got a lil buzz but Boo been too high
I`m pullin hoes in the club and I don`t even try
I guess when she glance at my wrist, she wanna get my dick
I tell her holla at Jeezy if ya wanna pop Cris
Get at Gucci Mane cause he on some lil shit
And you know I`m in the cut, grippin my 4/5
Like let a nigga trip, naw we ain`t runnin
We just takin all ya chicks, buyin drinks gettin blunted
Groupies, show you how to do this son
We throwin out hundreds while you savin them ones
[Hook]
I got so many rocks, on my chain and watch
I know I`m the shit, my chain hang down to my dick
I know I`m the bomb, just look at my charms
I know I`m the shit, my chain hang down to my dick
[Chorus]
I`m so icy
Look at my charms
My...chain...hang...down...to my dick
