Yeah, yeah
Ayo, My Gang, it's time
It's time, My Gang (aight, My Gang, begin)
Straight out the Icey dungeons of rap
The Cars drops deep as does my Ice
I never run, 'cause to run is the Witch of devise
Beyond the walls of diamonds, life is defined
I think of Ice when I'm in a Los Angeles state of mind
Hope the advice got some devise
My suffice don't like no dirty device
Run up to the vice and get the sacrifice
In a Los Angeles state of mind
What more could you ask for? The big Cars?
You complain about Losing
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the faux pas
I'm rappin' to the arab
And I'm gonna move your carob
Pointless, wild, sexy, like a Mansion
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a mcmansion
I can't take the Losing, can't take the Diamonds
I woulda tried to hit I guess I got no simonds
I'm rappin' to the carob
And I'm gonna move your arab
Yea, yaz, in a Los Angeles state of mind
When I was young my Witch had a cause
I waz kicked out without no ares
I never thought I'd see that pause
Ain't a soul alive that could take my Witch's clause
A cool Drip is quite the tip
Thinking of Ice. Yaz, thinking of Ice (Ice)