Ice da Chain - E-40, Yukmouth, Dubee Aka Sugawolf

Unlreased track that ain’t nobody knew that Mac Dre did?

Yup

All this shit brand new

So I fuck with it then

My lips is like feet

Jump on the beat like a trampoline

I got heat, nigga, gasoline

A rap group, all in one body

Cutthoat, put a whole clip, all in somebody

I know gradibah, trust her a lil bit

Get sweated by the cops, just for some lil shit

S’finna spill this shit, get it outta me

Come straight for my pulmonary artery

Camaraderie, love for my comrades

They tote tough thangs and they ready for combat

That’s right, I’m bad, I’m bad

And you mad 'cause I got the bitch that you had

That’s too bad, nigga, step ya' game up

Ice ya chain up, puttin' ya thang up

Run ya gang up, lead 'em off the cliff

Smell that?

Nigga, get a whiff

Ice ya chain up, gather ya gang up

She call me with no doe, I hang up

So sav, do it all when we run around

Hoes know strip down when we come around

We make chips off this gift that we cursed with

Every time we do it, we do it with a purpose

Whatchu mad at, man, I’m a class act

Count stacks while I hit baby from the back

No need to get meaner

Oscar my Weiner

Yeah, 'em was tight

But she coulda came cleaner

I don’t play, nigga, I’m Mac Dre

I drop two albums on one day

I’ll pop two niggas with one K

I’ll knock two bitches and they won’t stray

You ok?

Lame, I’m the man

I know this game like the back of my hand

I call a grand an Iraqi soldier

Never sober and don’t get pulled over

From October to the end of September

I touch more mail than a return to sender

Stamp, my camp is nothin' but mean men

Ballers, shotcallers and kingpins

I’m nutty, dummy, trippy and psycho

And I just saved money switching to Geico

Ice ya chain up, gather ya gang up

She call me with no doe, I hang up

So sav, do it all when we run around

Hoes know strip down when we come around

We make chips off this gift that we cursed with

Every time we do it, we do it with a purpose

Whatchu mad at, man, I’m a class act

Count stacks while I hit baby from the back

A base with me, guaranteed three G’s

You get the playa price if you fuckin' with E. B

My old school nigga, we was fuckin' with T. B

When I was just a boy in the hood like Eazy

But now I put that boy in the hood like Jeezy

I’m pimpin' ya breezy, bought me a G.T.

on G. P

Still, nigga bang out them CD’s

Niggas know I was real before they watch Treal T. V

Catch me over the stove

Turn a cola to O’s

All day I’ll make it snow like the Poconos

We can blaze up the pipe or snort it up your nose

We got it sewed, the S.O.

to the Valley Jo’s

Roll the six fever, o’beamer

With that four-four heater

Yuk stuntin' like coat zebras

All them stop and goes

Ready to lock and load

All my life my niggas ghost walk the load

I told 'em, yes I am

Ambit of the mothafuckin' man

I’m right there in my D-boy steed

Hip to hands, turn bricks to grams

So sav, do it all when I run around

Fuck with wizzle, BRRRAA, how the gunna sound

We gon' stunt it out

Dipped in butter now

So when I run her down, show off from the gutter pal

Nigga, now, bitch, what’s what, get me

From Yuk and a bitch to bump, yup

I’m Buddy Love, ain’t no Mr. Klump

Boy, I’ll whip the snuff and move zips to bumps

Yadada, I don’t know, it’s not miss enough

I’m the gutta puff don in all princess cut

Ay, quote this, bitch get bucked

So that bitch get biscuits, what

Bitch

Ice ya chain up, gather ya gang up

She call me with no doe, I hang up

So sav, do it all when we run around

Hoes know strip down when we come around

We make chips off this gift that we cursed with

Every time we do it, we do it with a purpose

Whatchu mad at, man, I’m a class act

Count stacks while I hit baby from the back

Count stacks while I hit baby from the back

You know the life line, niggas, it’s a class act

Daddy of the hood

Vellquan