The Iceberg

Awwww, baby, man

This is the funky track, man

You got it goin' on, Ice-T my nigga, man

Yeah, yeah boy, they gonna go crazy when they hear this one boy

Album 3 man, we still in effect, man

Yo Ice man, kick some of that pimp shit out there, man

Kick, throw the fly shit at 'em

I-C-E B-E-R-G

What's that spell? Iceberg, nigga cain't you read?

Time to bleed, slaughter, slice

Try to say I wasn't nice, Ice be waxin' punks like lab mice

Dice 'em up, slice 'em up, dissect

Put you in a boilin' pot and let your ass sweat

'Cause I rap on game, you think I'm weak in a freestyle?

Well 911 you should dial

Before my posse makes a move on your mom's crib

Think we got knives and guns? We got bombs, kid

Blow up your whole block, you hear the gunshots

Throw you in the Syndicate cellar and let your body rot

Cause I'm the coldest motherfucker that you ever heard

Call me The Ice, or just The Iceberg

Oh, baby, Ice don't be so mean

Man, you got it goin' on, man, and it's strong, baby

Kick that fly one to me about my man Evil E, aight?

Come on, kick it

Evil E was out coolin' wit' a freak one night

Fucked the bitch wit' a flashlight

Pulled it out and left the batteries in

So he could, get a charge when he begin

Used his dick, the shit was tight

Bitch's titties start blinkin' like tail lights

Rolled her over, to change his connection

Bitch's ugly face cold spoiled his erection

I'm the Ice rhymer, a big timer

And yes I'm a pimp, and a player, and a hustler, and kinda

A mack and a poet, impressive I know it

Don't only rhyme for niggas 'cause I live my life co-ed

On the mic it's livin' breathin' hype

A 1989 type, Dolemite

Cool motherfucker, word

Call me The Ice, or just The Iceberg

Oh my god, mercy mercy, man, you's the coldest motherfucker in the world, man

You's a pimp nigga, man, Ice, I love you man

Throw that one at me 'bout Charlie Jamm

Charlie Jamm fucked a freak on a ski-lift

10 below, gave her the dick

It was cold and she said "Quit!"

Charlie Jamm said "Bullshit!"

She said "Oh, oh, oh my god!"

Charlie's dick was frozen hard

But she said she never felt it

Maybe Charlie's dick melted

Yes, I'm the rhyme kicker, the hard liquor

Parental Guidance Sticker? Yeah, I'm the nigga

Triple-X is how I rate

I'm the one your parents hate

I'm as cold as cold can get

Under pressure, never sweat

Cool motherfucker, word

Call me The Ice, or just The Iceberg

Aw man, Ice, Johnny Rivers' got this track just kickin', boy, you know what I'm sayin'?

Me and Nat the Cat and Randy Mack up here lovin' this, man

Kick the one about Donald D

Out with the posse on a night run

Girls on the corner, so let's have some fun

Donald asked one if she was game

Back Alley Sally was her name

She moved on the car, and moved fast

On the window, pressed her ass

All at once we heard a crash

Donald's dick had broke the glass

Yes, I'm the big wheeler, the girl stealer

And if we play cards, don't let me be the dealer

The Ice, cool as water, hard as stone

The black mack of the microphone

Talkin' shit the way I do

Rhyme Pays, the posse grew

Did you like Power? Word

Well this is The Ice, or just The Iceberg

That's right baby this is the Iceberg, man, you got it goin' on

Yeah boy

Aw man, Beat Master V's in here, lovin' this, you know what I'm sayin'?

Got my man Mel, you know, in the house, boy

Coolin'

I got my one and only Afrika Islam cold lampin', you know what I'm sayin'?

I don't think nobody could fuck with the Syndicate, Ice

You's a mean, bad, cold motherfucker, man, you my nigga, man

Yo, Ice, man could you loan me some money, though, man, 'cause you be talkin' all that pimp shit, man

Why don't you just go on and hit me wit' uh, thirty or eighty thousand, or somethin', somethin'

Give me one of them jewels off your ring, man

Come on, Ice, man, aw come on man, yo

You's a pimp nigga

Ha ha, yo Ice

You know I like you a lot, baby

Yeah, yeah!