[Intro:] [Feddi] Ohhh! Uhh.. Yeah!! [Ice-T] It's going down, baby [Feddi] It feels good, man [Ice-T] Feddi De Marco [Feddi] Uhh.. stop feeling different music, man [Ice-T] Uhh.. Iceberg, kid [Feddi] I'm Cali' tipping, man [Ice-T] Yeah! [Feddi] Uhh, just get by the mic and just start.. [Ice-T] Yo Feddi, how you're riding, baby?
[Verse 1: Feddi De Marco] Uhha, I'm in a Starburst 64 riding low On them gold Daytonas and I'm sliding slow You ain't nothing like me, so what you're eying me for? That bitch you're with looking, keep your eye in your whore It's all about Feddi, when the Chevy raised With a bitch on the blade, to keep me heavy paid Black seven trey, blue bandanna Dipped in search, looking for jewels like it's owned by Santayana Great pounds down the zones and a bag of grand zag Raw ounce and; I'm sure bouncing, yeah, forty ounce And liquor pour like water fountains For all the late night body counting This nigga got the urge and the tendency To do with me, seventeen upwards in a key (Damn!) With my blood, bitch I'm sleeping with the enemy (Shit!) I call that bomb pussy off the Hennessey Differ the mode, same old shit You're slipping, who hit you? - the same old bitch She caught pimping, when I'm flipping cocaine bricks More bounce to the ounce that gold frame lifts so..
[Chorus #1: Ice-T] I'm in that Bentley GT riding low Twenty four CTCs and I'm sliding slow You ain't nothing like me, so what you're eying me for? That bitch you're with looking, keep your eye in your whore
[Chorus #2: Feddi De Marco] I'm in a Starburst 64 riding low On them gold Daytonas and I'm sliding slow You ain't nothing like me, so what you're eying me for? That bitch you're with looking, keep your eye in your whore
[Verse 2: Feddi De Marco] Living in a Coupe De West, gotta keep a sniff in the vest Cause you can't [?] on the stretch Rotten Khaki and Denim, Fuck! them excellent mats I got bitches, the ones who blow the whistles the best (OHHH!) Yes, I keep the heels clicking, til I get a meal ticket Bitch can't get nothing from feel different, real pimping Banging Notorious, ablution nigga, who shot you? No! it's more like who killed you nigga?
[Verse 3: Ice-T] I don't know why, but I'm so damn fly Why you're staring at my whips nigga, they're easy to buy Put your bitch out on the corner, pop her ass in the air Get her head game cracking, but you're probably care (So) I'm; a BullGuard gripped the wood grain hard Baby, ride with my niggaz like we're still in the yard Gangsters, Bloods and Crips, all about my chips My Continental is so low that it scrapes in the dips (UHH!)
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[Verse 4: Ice-T] You can't see me, can't touch me – don't bother I bust nuts back in the eighties, probably your father Everything I ride is low, dropped to the ground Ask your bitch about me, tightest nigga in town I park treys in my front yard, riding the grass Light up your whole block, drop the ass I pressure gates, fool, convertible roof Nowadays, catch me in that Bentley coupe I love looking out my tint, at you haters on the curb Punk ass, get your weight up, get some crack and serve I might swerve into another lane, fucking with my Navy Cops can't pull me over, cause I never touched the Cavi' Iceberg, I roll rims through the suburbs You hear shots, that's Feddi and Watts Straight pimping baby, play the whole bubble for real Y'all simping, while I'm twisting on my GT wheel
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[Ice-T] Ohh! yo, Feddi my nigga, let me ride that four, man I feel like tickling them switches man
[Feddi] There's no problem [Ice-T] Yeah, nigga [Feddi] It's behind that Range, nigga [Ice-T] Yeah, you know you can roll, nigga [Feddi] I know that [Ice-T] Throw me them keys, here you go [Feddi] That's right [Ice-T] Easy on the dips, my shit is low baby [Feddi] I know nigga, you don't do shit nigga, I got youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
