Afrika Islam - The Iceberg lyrics

Oh baby, man, this is a funky track. Man, you got it goin' on, Ice-T my n***a, man. Yeah yeah, boy, they gonna go crazy when they hear this one, boy. Album 3, man, we still in effect, man. Yo, Ice, kick some of that pimp sh** out there. Throw that fly sh** at 'em I-C-E B-E-R-G What's that spell? Iceberg, baby, can't you read? Time to bleed, slaughter, slice Try to say I wasn't nice as we waxed them punks like lab mice Dice 'em up, slice 'em up, dissect Put you in a boilin' pot and let your a** sweat Cos I rap on game you think I'm weak in a freestyle? Well 911 you should dial Before my posse makes a move on your mom's crib Think we got knives and guns? We got bombs, kid Blow up your whole block, you hear the gunshots Throw you in the Syndicate cellar and let your body rot Cause I'm the coldest motherf**er that you ever heard Call me The Ice...or just The Iceberg Oh, baby, [?] Man, you got it goin' on, man, and it's strong, baby. Kick that fly one to me about my man Evil E, aight? Come on, kick it Evil E was out coolin' with a freak one night f**ed the b**h with a flashlight Pulled it out and left the batteries in So he could get a charge when he begin Used his dick, the sh** was tight b**h's titties start blinkin' like tail lights Rolled her over to change a connection b**h's ugly face cold spoiled his erection I'm the Ice rhymer, a big timer And yes I'm a pimp and a player and a hustler and kinda A mack and a poet, impressive I know it Don't only rhyme for n***as 'cause I live my life co-ed On the mic it's livin' breathin' hype A 1989 type Dolemite Cool motherf**er, word Call me The Ice... or just The Iceberg Oh my god, mercy mercy, man, you's the coldest mother f**er in the world, man. You's a pimp n***a, man, Ice, I love you man. Throw that one at me about Charlie Jamm Charlie Jamm f**ed a freak on a ski-lift 10 below, gave her the dick It was cold and she said "Quit!" Charlie Jamm said "Bullsh**!" She said "Oh, oh, oh my god!" Charlie's dick was frozen hard But she said she never felt it Maybe Charlie's dick melted Yes, I'm the rhyme kicker, the hard liquor Parental Guidance Sticker? Yeah, I'm the n***a Triple-X is how I rate I'm the one your parents hate I'm as cold as cold can get Under pressure never sweat Cool motherf**er, word Call me The Ice... or just The Iceberg Oh man, Ice, Johnny Rivers' got this track just kickin', boy, you know what I'm sayin'? Me and that cat Randy Mack up here lovin' this, man. Kick the one about Donald D Out with the posse on a night run Girls on the corner, so let's have some fun Donald asked one if she was game Back Alley Sally was her name She moved on the car and moved fast On the window pressed her a** All at once we heard a crash Donald's dick had broke the gla** Yes, I'm the big wheeler, the girl stealer And if we play cards don't let me be the dealer The Ice, cool as water, hard as stone The black mack of the microphone Talkin' sh** the way I do Rhyme Pays, the posse grew Did you like Power? Word Well this is The Ice... or just The Iceberg That's right baby this is the Iceberg, man, you got it goin' on. Oh man, Beat Master B is in here, lovin' this, you know what I'm sayin'? Got my man [?] in the house, boy, I got my one and only Afrika Islam cold lampin', you know what I'm sayin'? I don't think nobody could f** with the Syndicate, Ice, you's a mean bad cold motherf**er, man, you my n***a, man. Yo, Ice, could you loan me some money, though, man, 'cause you be talkin' all that pimp sh**, man, why don't you just go on and hit me with uh, thirty or eighty thousand, or somethin' somethin'. Give me one of them j**els off your hand, man. Come on, Ice, man, come on man, yo. You's a pimp n***a. Ha ha, yo Ice. You know I like you a lot, man. Yeah, yeah!