Yo, girlie. No need to sweat it, so set it,

Forget it, and chill; Shiver, baby girl, it’s

Me–yea me, Mr. Cool, of the Igloo Boys!

 

Igloo Boys, in da house, any girlie shiver.

Fuck that fool Mr Heat–desert his ass for

What you deserve: my Mr Coolie shivers.

 

Yeah, baby girl, I’m Mr Cool, I make any

Girlie shiver. I am that Eskimo King with

The igloo bling, I’m leader of a cold pack.

 

I run this town, my Igloo Boys, make my

Rivals fall to knees; So be with me, your

Destiny, now do it, girlie, shiver—Brrrrrr!

 

Mr Heat can’t do you right–only Mr Cool.

I know the things that girlie needs; only

Coolie gives it–now shiver, girlie, shiver.

 

Yeah, girlie, that’s real nice, great shiver.

Excellent form in that shiver, that’s like a

Ten-out-of-ten, tundra, kelvin shit, brrrr!

 

Yea, Coolie knew you’d come around–br.

Igloo Boys, in da house, any girlie shiver.

Be with me, it’s destiny, Mr Coolie Shiver.