Letras:
Glare Ice

, we poppin the Crist' Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist City talk, Nelly listen; Nelly talk, city listen When I fuck fly bitches; when I walk pay attention See the ice

it up And nobody in the streets is stoppin me U see the shoes and the whip With the chrome on the lip They Hate Or maybe it's the glare from lice on kit or the ice

knows it She's freaky, but I like it She shuts the room down The way she walks and causes a fuss The baddest in town She's flawless like some uncut ice

you think you're 7th Sign material homeboy? Hell yeah. It's on. Hey, hey! Hey, hey! If you want to call me, a nigga been nice, ice me up The original

poppin the Crist' Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist City talk, Nelly listen; Nelly talk, city listen When I fuck fly bitches; when I walk pay attention See the ice

got jerk ya quick. Give ya ass a lil game if you smerk you in. I am pimp not a simp like ice in my drink and I don't think twice or blink cuz Im focus

: The dark silouette of the creature poised, crouched on the corner of a cliffs edge waits eagerly, eyes glare patiently. Red eyes filled with fire and

me The great chorus of my skull Is choking on their dulcer tones Ten lashes on the ass of anyone who even tries And heaven's patience glaring down at

Crist' Shorty wanna see the ice then I ice the wrist City talk, Nelly listen, Nelly talk, city listen When I fuck fly bitches, when I walk pay attention See the ice