Juvenile Rock Ice Lyrics

Rock Ice Lyrics

[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)



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[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



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[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



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