Hot Boy Rock Ice Lyrics

Rock Ice Lyrics

f/ Big Tymers







[B.G.]



When it comes down to stuntin', I pull it all



When it comes down to G shit, I get it all



When it come to pullin' hot girls, I pull 'em all



When it come to rockin' ice, B.G. rock it all



Sport diamonds like I tote a tech



Baby tote a fo' nickel like he wrappin' gifts



Try to stay cool so I don't melt the diamonds 'round my neck



I keep bustas in suspense of what I'mma do next, gotta respect



I ain't out to please a bitch



She could get on her knees



I'm tryin' to get rich



I'm shined out, ten karats on my wrist



Flyin' first class, me and my whole click, now



Fuck a glass, we sip Dom P straight out the bottle



Never I play, you know I'm 'bout murderin'



I ain't gotta say it



You don't cross me, I don't cross you



But understand a Hot Boy gotta floss too



Look, I'm iced out







[Big Tymers]



1 - I rock ice (lil' daddy)



Everytime I step



I rock ice (lil' momma)



Cuz I love the rep



I rock ice (whole world)



Cuz I'm doin' my thang



I rock ice



Bling bling, bling bling







[Turk]



My Rolex crushed out, my chrome stay spinnin',



Hot Boy wit so much money, I don't know how to spend it



Don't you wish you could be in my shoes just for a minute



Carry nothin' but faces, never quarters and pennies



I started at nothin', look at me now, I'm iced out



Police think I'm doin' wrong, but nope, I'm right now



It's cuz I'm Black, huh, that you ridin' my back



Paper on everything I have, so how you love that



They don't wanna see me ballin', wanna see me fallin'



Got it locked off wit my tank against the wallin'



I floss but get dirty too



My Roley cost, try to take it and I'll murder you



Ya say I stun too much



I can't help it, I be with baby



The number one stunner who drive these girls crazy,



The one with the 32 platts in his mouth,



Two Roleys on his wrist, game spitta from the south,



Tell me, what kinda nigga rock ice that'll hit ya momma (momma)







Repeat 1







[Wayne]



It's Cash Money youngest nigga



Right around ten figgas



That's what I (uh) work with 



Pockets are (uh) perkin'



Money is my purpose



Whatever I purchase



Oh, could you do better?



Rollin' with the bezel



Who that be, that's Wayne,



Look at his gold chain,



Sometimes I wear grey,



White diamonds, pear shaped,



My jewelry just pure awful



And I can't stop thuggin', it's just in my culture



It's a must, everyday I'mma shine, black



You wan' meet me?



You just might need contacts



Cuz I'm the little one with the ice, flossing



Please, playa hater, get your wife off me



I ride by in a Jag with the top low



Throwin' hundreds, but it's cool, cuz I got more



Me and my niggas, we stunt like there's no tomorrow



Big Tymers, Hot Boys



Nigga CMR, nigga CMR







Repeat 1







[Juvenile]



Now you boys now them 4 99's I got expired



All them bitches plushed out on 20 inch tires



I'm lookin' for some hell of a head, is you for hire?,



You lookin' at this Roley I got, don't you adire,



The way a nigga lay a stunt



Braggin' 'bout 20 inch rims, up in the restaurant



But it ain't over, I'm about to go to Disneyland



Yo, you fuckin' deaf now, ya understand?



What if my baby momma's ride by, lookin good



I gave 'em both a hundred G's to get them out the hood



My momma gettin' chauffeured like a movie star



She don't know a damn thing about drivin' a car



I'm rimmed up



Now peep this million dollar smile in my mouth



And all this luxury shit I got in my house



I done sold a million records and I'm still goin'



Don't ask about my watch and my chain, it's still gone







Repeat 1