Ice Cube — Soul on Ice

[Intro] Internationally known You 'bout to smell my cologne Westcoast motherfucka Lets toast motherfucka Old money (x16) [Verse 1] Old money, new money, no money, nose runny Don't try to turn the Godfather into Sonny Don't try to turn your forefathers into money The rap god got the whole world praying for me Pray for me, third eye see you laying for me Crazy Toones DJing for me I'm the real Iron Man, you just Robert Downey A crackhead in blackface fresh out the county Nigga [Hook] Back the fuck up off me I burn just like hot coffee I'm kind of sweet like Toffee Look what this game done taught me Look mama, look mama (I'm soul on ice) Look mama, look mama (I'm soul on ice) Look mama, look mama (I'm soul on ice) Look mama, look mama (I'm soul on ice) Hey You 'bout to smell my cologne You 'bout to smell my cologne You 'bout to smell my cologne Look, nigga You 'bout to smell my cologne Hey Old money (x16) [Verse 2] Candy paint flow ever since "My Adidas" Ice Cube fans get sugar diabeetus (diabetes) Sugar Ray Leonard style, nigga, I'm the sweetest Roll in on some ass just like Jesus Cool as the fridge and you shaking like jello Mad 'cause my life is like a marshmallow Look, motherfucka, if you smell my cologne Ask yourself why are you all in my zone [Hook] Back the fuck up off me I burn just like hot coffee I'm kind of sweet like toffee Look what this game done for me Look mama, look mama (I'm soul on ice) Look mama, look mama (I'm soul on ice) Look mama, look mama (I'm soul on ice) Look mama, look mama (I'm soul on ice) Hey You 'bout to smell my cologne You 'bout to smell my cologne You 'bout to smell my cologne You 'bout to smell my cologne Oooh ooh oh ooh x4 [Outro: Mike Epps] Yo, what's up my niggas out there Just letting you know right now, man You got to, you better, you got to pay your dues To the Don Mega Dead on the block and hit y'all ass With that old Ice Cube super bomb hit The one that sent your cousin Tony Tone to the penitentiary back in '89 The one that sent Lil Ray Ray out from L.A. to St. Louis And got off the bus and served them niggas them quarter thangs Make sure you tune into that nigga Ice Cube The first one who put you niggas on perms and pimping And pistols and preachers Perms and pimping, and pistols and preachers Perms and pimping, and pistols and preachers Perms and pimping, and pistols and preachers Old money (x16) [Keith David] Damn, it feels good to be independent