ICE CREAM KUSH - Joey Trap

Oh Skinny, you wildin' nigga

Nigga

Don’t be disrespectful, get your ass robbed

Ice Cream Kush, a lotta pound up in the Trackhawk

I don’t always muzzle, when I shoot I let that MAC talk

Never leave the crib without the MAC, I feel like Steve Jobs

Boy, I am not talkin' 'bout computers, shoot your laptop

Hop out, nice whip, did I just take your scalp off?

I could probably push a pencil through you 'cause you that soft

We be sippin' codeine out the bottle, ain’t got no cough

Nigga, life a movie, on the big screen

Ass lift, nose job, now I got a thick queen

I ain’t even tryna test no paper 'less it’s blue or green

Take a shower in the Masi' 'cause it’s too clean

All these damn diamonds on my watch could probably freeze time

I can’t live without one, never hear me sayin', «She's mine»

Let me guess, you want me for my money, I could read minds

Baby, you won’t get a dollar

Treat you like my bitch, you gon' get a collar

, we gon' get up out her

I don’t know what bro put in this ganja, but it’s gettin' louder

I don’t know what these niggas is callin' me, but I’m the doctor

Once your baby mama get off ecstasy then she a monster

How could all this cannabis be felonies if I’m a Rasta?

Nigga, I let that beat rock and I’m still kickin' this shit hard

Go get Xanax, and this bitch spittin' up three bars

Nigga, stand back 'cause this AR shoot three far

I’m just one nigga, why do I need three cars?

Alright