Sangtekster:
T Ice Hit The Fan

wit it Hangin' off the ceiling fan, she like to do some tricks wit it D F B bitch, so you gotta let the click hit it if buddie hit it From the back, you

(What?) For sheezy When Ras Kass get to swervin' off 'gnac, believe me I hit below the belt Bustin' niggaz balls like Riddick Bowe versus Gulotta Hell yeah I'm a rida Ain't

crack I'm fiendin' for somethin good so I can puff on it Y'all don't even give me a buzz I can't enjoy a glass of beer if it's really just suds Nothin

'round the block, bring you back, tie the knots He bitch man, slap your whole block, moms and pops I ain't gon' lie though, brothers got a lotta bravado But can't

why don't you kick me one of them funky-ass beats? My boy .. my boy .. my boy Ice Cube Yo we got my homeboy Eazy E in de house won't you tell 'em what

and ice I can't sleep for thinking Send my head a reeling Can't make it out... (? ? ) Eleminate the whole race Wanna make the shit hit the fan I can't

don't want to (Smilez) But if you want to, it's alright [Smilez] Yo, you feelin' lucky then try touch me Smilez hot turn your ice to sushi Don't talk

it up I'm a shark with the fork, microwave or pot I'ma hit it with the Sprite and make that butter lock Everything was cool, I was ice cold Till I let

Singing for the irie girl that doesn't love me Why don't you come down and hold me close? The only thing that really came down was some water, ice cold