Tha Bizness - Soul on Ice lyrics

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Tha Bizness - Soul on Ice lyrics

[Intro] Internationally known You 'bout to smell my cologne Westcoast motherf**a Lets toast motherf**a Old money (x16) [Verse 1] Old money new money no money nose runny Dont try to turn the godfather in sunny Dont try to turn your forefathers into moneey The rap god got the whole world praying for me Pray for me bird I see you laying for me Got Crazy Toons DJing for me I'm the real iron man you just Robert Downey A crack head in black face fresh out the county n***a [Hook] Back the f** up off me I burn just like hot coffee I'm kinda sweet like Toffee Look what this game done taught me Look mama look mama (I'm soul on ice) Look mama look mama (I'm soul on ice) Look mama look mama (I'm soul on ice) Look mama look mama (I'm soul on ice) Ey You bout to smell my cologne You bout to smell my cologne You bout to smell my cologne Look n***a You bout to smell my cologne Ey Old money (x16) [Verse 2] Candy paint flow ever since my adidas Ice Cube fans get sugar doc ridas Sugar ray leonard style n***a I'm the sweetest Roll in on some a** just like jesus Cool as a fridge and you shaking like jello Mad cause my lifes like a marshmellow Look motherf**a if you smell my cologne Ask yourself why you're all up in my zone [Hook] Back the f** up off me I burn just like hot coffee I'm conned up sweet like coffee Look what this game done for me Look mama look mama (I'm soul on ice) Look mama look mama (I'm soul on ice) Look mama look mama (I'm soul on ice) Look mama look mama (I'm soul on ice) Ey You bout to smell my cologne You bout to smell my cologne You bout to smell my cologne Look n***a You bout to smell my cologne Oooh ooh oh ooh x4 [Outro] Yo whats up my n***as out there Just letting you know right now man You got to you better you gotta pay your dues To the dime n***a Dead on the block and hit ya'll a** With that old Ice Cube superbom hit The one that sent your cousin tony tole to the peneteniary Get back in 89 The one that sent lil ray ray out from la To st louis and got off the bus And served those n***a them quater thangs Make sure yall tune into Ice Cube The first one who put you n***as On burns and pimping Pistols and preaching On burns and pimping Pistols and preaching On burns and pimping Pistols and preaching On burns and pimping Pistols and preaching Old money (x16)

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