niggaz be fakin like they have shit like they doin this or that but nigga you know here go the real [Chorus x2: Master P] The ice on my wrist shine
niggaz be fakin like they have shit Like they doin this or that But nigga you know here go the real Chorus: master p (repeat 2x) The ice on my wrist
Traduzione: Magic. Ghiaccio sul mio polso.
Traduzione: Master P. Ghiaccio sul mio polso (Remix) (feat. Magic.
The key's in let's go, the ride and drive Long as my niggaz on my side, we gon soul survive surprise I'm on my block, in the CL-5 Old folks use to joke
We roll on 'em roll, roll on 'em roll We roll on 'em roll, roll on 'em roll We roll on 'em roll, roll on 'em roll We roll on 'em roll, roll on 'em roll
rather have a chick that can pay my taxes, oh dear So dear miss secretary chief, let me be your boss and you'll forever be in rich Watch on ice and it's heavy on my wrist
the spot but I stay on the back) (DEA's hot and way into crack) (They pop up my spot'll spray in the back) (Wid my nigga Fifty States) H-twos on magic
a limp) I got five G's on fourteen gimp Fast Eddie on the gates, hot boy on the lake My No Limit tank really cost a hundred K My empala change six colors
cock the glock make the ass end hop, with a magic wand and put locks on blocks Two by the pine jump on my grind, make my money when I lead my line Whip
and that ain't my sport I'd rather lamp in my crib and flip the Robb report And set my v-dozen on the streets Bump my beats Cause when I'm twisting my
life Gotta get with me to live, the good life Switching lanes in the six, now that's the good life Ice on your wrist, if that's what you like House on
Now either you with me dog look , or you oppossed to my shit Nigga like the ice up on my tank, so fuck it I froze my wrist (stupid) Now either way you
ice on my wrist shine like a light I can brighten up your day even at night The ice on my wrist shine like a light The ice on my wrist shine like a
to wash it for me Come this winter nobody shiver good swimmer get in my chocolate river Give me a kiss I'm a magic princess Wonder Woman shoot shit out my wrist
Boy] [Rick Ross:] My bitch the baddest it may be my status May be my ashton it may be black magic Maybe I'm destined maybe it's blessings Maybe my cubans
ya boy so hot the club might burn fresh tennis suit walkin' with 'Leena like brass knuckles on my fist aint it mane like sun shinin' on my wrist aint
tired of holding back, I wanna shine in my cadillac I'm here representing a soldier named Slim See the tank on this neck, see the ice on this wrist Picture
