Soul on Ice Lyrics
You got to smell my cologne
West coast motherfucka
Let's toast motherfucka
Old money
Don't try to con the godfather in sunny
Don't try to turn your four fathers into money
The rap god got the whole world praying for me
Pray for me (pray for me, pray for me)
Third eye see you laying for me
Crazy goons D.J'ing for me
I'm the real iron man you just Robert Downey
A crack head and black face fresh out the county
Nigga
Back the fuck up off me
I burn just like hot coffee
I'm kind of sweet like coffee
Look what this game done taught me
Look mama look mama I'm soul on ice
Look mama look mama I'm soul on ice
Look mama look mama I'm soul on ice
Look mama look mama I'm soul on ice
Ey
You bout to smell my cologne
You bout to smell my cologne
You bout to smell my cologne
Look nigga
You bout to smell my cologne
Ey
Old money
Ice cube fans get sugar diabetes
Sugar Ray Leonard style nigga I'm the sweetest
Rolled in on some ass just like Jesus
Cool as a fridge and you shaking like jello
Mad cause my life's like a marshmallow
Look motherfucka if you smell my cologne
Ask yourself why you're all up in my zone
I burn just like hot coffee
I'm kind of sweet like coffee
Look what this game done taught me
Look mama look mama I'm soul on ice
Look mama look mama I'm soul on ice
Look mama look mama I'm soul on ice
Look mama look mama I'm soul on ice
Ey
You bout to smell my cologne
You bout to smell my cologne
You bout to smell my cologne
You bout to smell my cologne
Hey
Just letting you know right now man
You got to, you better you gotta pay your dues
To the dime nigga
Dead on the block and hit y'all ass
With that old ice cube super bomb hit
The one that sent your cousin Tony Tole to the penitentiary
Get back in 89
The one that sent Lil' Ray Ray out from L.A.
To St Louis and got off the bus
And served those nigga them quarter thangs
Make sure y'all tune into that nigga ice cube
The first one who put you niggas
On perms and pimping
Pistols and preaching
Perms and pimping
Pistols and preaching
Perms and pimping
Pistols and preaching
Perms and pimping
Pistols and preaching
Old money
This is one of my favorite rap songs by Ice Cube.
This song in my opinion is basically talking about how he’s living the gangsta rap life style but people are mad at him for the things he does and how he lives his life. He mentions people getting to much into his personal life so much that they can “smell his calogn”. He then proceeds to say those who judge him are living as hypocrites with “pistols and preaching”. He also mentions “old money” which I believe he is talking about the god fathers of gangsters of the 20-30’s and that they’re still around but no one talks about them.
A lot of Ice Cube’s music seems to be about how rappers although what they do isn’t good they’re not the worst of enemies out there with politicians, god fathers of gangsters, etc.