[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 b**h you're with looking, keep your eye in your who*e
It's all about Feddi, when the Chevy raised
With a b**h on the blade, to keep me heavy paid
Black seven trey, blue bandanna
Dipped in search, looking for j**els 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 n***a got the urge and the tendency
To do with me, seventeen upwards in a key (Damn!)
With my blood, b**h I'm sleeping with the enemy (sh**!)
I call that bomb p**y off the Hennessey
Differ the mode, same old sh**
You're slipping, who hit you? - the same old b**h
She caught pimping, when I'm flipping c**aine 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 b**h you're with looking, keep your eye in your who*e
[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 b**h you're with looking, keep your eye in your who*e
[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, f**! them excellent mats
I got b**hes, the ones who blow the whistles the best (OHHH!)
Yes, I keep the heels clicking, til I get a meal ticket
b**h can't get nothing from feel different, real pimping
Banging Notorious, ablution n***a, who shot you?
No! it's more like who k**ed you n***a?
[Verse 3: Ice-T]
I don't know why, but I'm so damn fly
Why you're staring at my whips n***a, they're easy to buy
Put your b**h out on the corner, pop her a** 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 n***az 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!)
[Chorus #1: Ice-T]
[Chorus #2: Feddi De Marco]
[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 b**h about me, tightest n***a in town
I park treys in my front yard, riding the gra**
Light up your whole block, drop the a**
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 a**, get your weight up, get some crack and serve
I might swerve into another lane, f**ing 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
[Chorus #1: Ice-T]
[Chorus #2: Feddi De Marco]
[Ice-T]
Ohh! yo, Feddi my n***a, let me ride that four, man
I feel like tickling them switches man
[Feddi] There's no problem
[Ice-T] Yeah, n***a
[Feddi] It's behind that Range, n***a
[Ice-T] Yeah, you know you can roll, n***a
[Feddi] I know that
[Ice-T] Throw me them keys, here you go
[Feddi] That's right
[Ice-T] Easy on the dips, my sh** is low baby
[Feddi] I know n***a, you don't do sh** n***a, I got you