Tuck Ya Ice Trick Daddy (Ft. Birdman)

[Hook]
Tuck, tuck that
Tuck, tuck that
Tuck, tuck that
Tuck, tuck that
Tuck, tuck that, ice in
You ain't, you ain't, iced out
Tuck, tuck that ice in
I shine like a lighthouse

Tuck, tuck that ice in
You ain't, you ain't iced
Lights on, lights off
I shine like a lighthouse

Tuck, tuck that, ice in
You ain't, you ain't, iced out
Tuck, tuck that ice in
I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck that ice in
You ain't, you ain't iced
Lights on, lights off
I shine like a lighthouse

[TRICK DADDY]
My shit is platinum
These assholes wearin' white gold
See I'm to smart for this cause
All my shit paid for
And why should I rent a house
When I can huy it and write it off
Make it my Florida home for the summer
Round winter time just rent it out
See I ain't none of them
Who ride around on rented rims
Change on the weekend
And floss in him mama's Benz
See when I hit the scene
I be so fresh so clean
White fitted, white tee
Ain't nan nigga like me
What kind of shit you on
Wearin' fuckin' rhinestones
Them cubic zirconia son
Them ain't fuckin' diamonds
So you gonna fuck around
And get gangrene at the arm
Who'd rob and kill one
Over some mother-fuckin' slum
Your chain is crazy
That shit for gazey
And it ain't real
Unless its copper or stainless steel
So whoever made it...
You shouldn't have paid it
Twenty grand for a watch
Thats fuckin' gold plated!