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!