KB (Producer) - Cold As Ice lyrics

[Verse 1: CyHi da Prince] f**ing with me is like Russian roulette I'm cold as Quebec The way I be rapping sound like that I'm busting two tecs With a perfect duet I'm sharp as a razor blade that covers Gillette I'm under your neck You think that you're better than Prince then I'll come to your set That wasn't a threat I would have dubbed over your tape if it was a ca**ette From the west of Gwinnett I'm one of the dopest rap n***as you ever done met I'm smoking that Shrek With a s**y brunette on a jet and she giving me neck Get plenty of s** The way I be dressing they calling me vinaigrette They say I'm too fresh, in fact A general you just a cadet So show me respect Cydel get mail faster than Pony Express They owe me a check My only regrets Is not checking these n***as with phoney baguettes Claiming they on the block Juking like Tony Dorsett But I know that's a lie, man, they can't do what I can I'm from the Middle East, you ain't ran the streets that I ran From Paris to Chicago Atlanta back to Thailand They yell the same thing every time I finish rhyming They say... [Hook: Lou Gramm (Foreigner)] You're as cold as ice You're willing to sacrifice our love You're as cold as ice You're willing to sacrifice our love [Verse 2: CyHi da Prince] I got hits, I'm Pujols, I'm D1, you juco Got girls in all sizes, I'm something like a shoe store More haters than 2-4, y'all softer than new growth Don't see yo goons for, cause they shoot slow like Kukoč But I'm on Mars like Bruno, so gone on Pluto On an old brawn with a new ho I tell her roll up and she do so Black chick, her p**y pink like Nuvo I don't choose, I get picked like the drummer in The Roots fro Trend setter with a vendetta With people f**ing up Prince cheddar Grew up tougher than Benz leather More stripes than a twins catcher It's hard to be a real n***a When there's n***as who pretend better But I just keep my eyes on the buck like Jim Tressel Take your b**h to the crib Lay back then I'll bench press her Had the streets in a full nelson Couldn't tell me I didn't wrestle Cause I used to sell trees Dreaming of my own LP This is what the old G's in Decatur used to tell me [Hook: Lou Gramm (Foreigner)]