| Lyrics: | [Intro: Myalansky, (Joe Mafia)]
Yo, son gimme some play on this release of Slot Time,
son
(Aight, son, it's all Wu)
Gimme some play, man, it's cold world right now
(It's real
out here man, word up)
Wu-Syndicate
Icy, (ice, ice, ice
It's fridget out here
God)
Grab your coat! (Word)
[Chorus: Napoleon]
It's the modern day Ice Age
The
world's frozen, turned front page
Cats with icy bloodstreams in the rage
Thirty-two degrees
below poverty, feds drug raid
and lock you in a cage where it's cold, the Ice
Age
[Myalansky]
Peace to freed jail cats come home, now they cop ranges
Hand to
hand shoot outs with mack, new on the block stranger
Caught up in VA, New York
language
Miami niggas had these projects locked till the knox raided
Holdin ball, paint job,
the top flavor
What up my nigga? Rock the gold teeth grill, bally some dark suede
gear
Twenty dollar bill mixed with speed ball
Teen team burn, finger firey red, makin the
king fall
Incarceration, as an incarconsist is your education
150 gats with clip, arsonists
in the makins
Slight back your moon roof, gimme some liquer straight no prune juice
wildin'
all night, who let the goons loose?
[Chorus (x2)]
[Joe Mafia]
City serpent,
street merchant, networkin
Oakwood suburban, dirty swervin, poppin Germans
Mindor way now,
shorties want style that's foul, flagrant
ya laced shit
Case can't face it, house arrest, I
shake the gates
and give up for flesh, money long, Sonny singin funny songs
The street
songs, faggot at arms, retire firearms
Lamb skin, master craftsman, just stay
flashin
Mashin, chest burnin from a thug passion
I tilt bottles up in the club, fuckin with
dick models
Dick throbbin, H |
