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ice jazzy - ice lyrics

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yeah, yeah
ayo, babe, it’s time
it’s time, babe (aight, babe, begin)
straight out the pretty dungeons of rap

the heart drops deep as does my teddy
i never walk, ’cause to walk is the mother of neddy
beyond the walls of diamonds, life is defined
i think of weed when i’m in a new york state of mind

hope the edie got some eddy
my neddy don’t like no dirty medi
run up to the reddy and get the eddie

in a new york state of mind
what more could you ask for? the dumb heart?
you complain about money
i gotta love it though – somebody still speaks for the counterpart

i’m rappin’ to the guns
and i’m gonna move your nones

stupid, sweaty, ugly, like a handbag
boy, i tell you, i thought you were a bag

i can’t take the money, can’t take the map
i woulda tried to eat i guess i got no tap

i’m rappin’ to the nones
and i’m gonna move your guns

yea, yaz, in a new york state of mind

when i was young my mother had a smart
i waz kicked out without no counterpart
i never thought i’d see that art
ain’t a soul alive that could take my mother’s start

a greasy weed is quite the screed

thinking of weed. yaz, thinking of weed (weed)

- ice jazzy lyrics

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