I. C. Y'all Songtext / Lyric

Yeah, flip mode, y'all, whatchu talkin' 'bout?

De La' y'all, whatchu talkin' 'bout?

Whatchu talkin' 'bout?



Yo, you gettin' stomped by the marching band

Keep 'em shook like spray cans

It's so hot, it'll make your face tan

Ace ban rap, the place the wasteland



Bit y'all in my mouth but you taste bland

I feel fake, niggaz and mince these snake niggaz

That hiss but won't bite, false alarm

And if it don't, Rockwild, we fin' to drop a bomb



Strong grip on a mic like we Stretch Arm

I been shine, you been warned and been torn

Get smacked for the B.S. you been on



Storm bad weather or not you stay scorned

For ten years I've baked shit like hot potato

Rhymes still drippin' like stu-b's, you groupies

Need to show I.D. before the bust down






Touched down the God put 7 to your Zippo

And drop it on you heavy like a hippo

Now you heard that?



To all my dogs all the way in the back, ready to black

I.C. y'all, see y'all, I.C. y'all

Ladies get down, shake yo' ass around, I hope you know that

I.C. y'all, see y'all, I.C. y'all, see y'all



To all my soldiers on the corner, I.C. y'all, see y'all

Women doin' what they wanna, I.C. y'all

To them people gettin' pulled over

I.C. y'all, see y'all, I.C. y'all, see y'all

Wouldn't wanna be y'all, be y'all



It's the one and only effect that you catch from a cassette

Straight wig out the world and girls, we straight dig out ya back

With letters spellin' out my name

All over your marquee 'cause the spark is me



Currently, we can be seen across your screen

Stayin' wide eyed 'cause you niggaz tryin' to scheme

Welcome to the spot, I'm slaying with it

Chop it up and fit it inside your quart of rice



You speak ghetto, falsetto on the mic device

Tryin' to give me third degree, you just a third of me

Couldn't be the shit if you were a turd of me

A man tight with my funds, crush like Ricky D



Who quoted Vance Wright? No one can serve us

My squad advance heights quite superb

Just kick off your shoes, jump on the jock

It's been a long time comin' this, you need to cop



To all my dogs all the way in the back, ready to black

I.C. y'all, see y'all, I.C. y'all

Ladies get down, shake yo' ass around, I hope you know that

I.C. y'all, see y'all, I.C. y'all, see y'all



To all my soldiers on the corner, I.C. y'all, see y'all

Women doin' what they wanna, I.C. y'all

To them people gettin' pulled over

I.C. y'all, see y'all, I.C. y'all, see y'all

Wouldn't wanna be y'all, be y'all



It goes one, two, three, four

Bounce so much, I ricochet up off the floor

So, raw shit the most raw you ever saw

Quarter after four, niggaz quick to bust the back door



Baby, open your blouse while I joust another nigga's spouse

Quick Jamaican dick style, all in they house

I practice to be the all access, you see the fact is

My mouth dirty so follow while I display the slackness



Yo, you see my slang talk straight from the slums

When I was young, mom's put soap on my tongue and yo-yo

Forever we gettin' this cheddar with the quickness

While I cast the spell on these bitches, you can be my eyewitness



Short fuse, nowadays Langston Hughes

We gettin' money with whoever even the Jews

The way we finagle and gain it must be all in my shoes

Fuck a nigga up with De La like [Incomprehensible] amuse



To all my dogs all the way in the back, ready to black

I.C. y'all, see y'all, I.C. y'all

Ladies get down, shake yo' ass around, I hope you know that

I.C. y'all, see y'all, I.C. y'all, see y'all



To all my soldiers on the corner, I.C. y'all, see y'all

Women doin' what they wanna, I.C. y'all

To them people gettin' pulled over

I.C. y'all, see y'all, I.C. y'all, see y'all

Wouldn't wanna be y'all, be y'all