Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ice Cream, artist - DJ Cut Killer. Album song Hip-Hop Soul Party, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.05.2010
Record label: Double H
Song language: English
Ice Cream |
| Hey mom, can I have some money? |
| The ice cream man is coming! |
| Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts |
| French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe |
| Even caramel sundaes is gettin touched |
| And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up |
| (The ice cream man is coming!) |
| Verse One: Ghostface Killer (Tony Starks) |
| Yo honey-dips, summertime, fine Jheri drippin |
| See you on Pickens with a bunch of chickens how you’re clickin |
| I catch shootin strong notes as we got close |
| She rocked rope, honey throat smellin like Impulse |
| Your whole shell baby’s wicked like Nimrod |
| Caught me like a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God |
| Attitude is very rude Boo, crabby like seafood |
| It turns me on like Vassey and Lahrule |
| They call me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy |
| By any means, Shirley Temple cross was done by Billie Jean’s |
| Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right true |
| Lazy eyeball, small piece, six shoe |
| Caramel complexion, breath smellin like cinnamon |
| Excuse me hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again |
| God damn, backyard’s bangin like a Benz-y |
| If I was jiggy, you’d be spotted like Spudz McKenzie |
| I’m high powered put Adina Howard to sleep |
| Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week, but uhh |
| Back to you Maybelline Queen let’s make a team |
| You can have anything in this world except CREAM |
| So whatchu wanna do? |
| Whatchu wanna do? |
| Let’s go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef (Lou Diamonds) |
| Shaolin’s finest, whattup Boo, peace your highness |
| Yo I’m loungin, big dick style, y’all niggaz is the flyest |
| Moves you’re making too fly jewels are shaking |
| not a rape patient, you’re looking good fly colored Asian |
| Ghettoes, them is your hometown, we can go the whole round |
| After that, I’m shootin downtown |
| I’m rockin hats and you wig is all intact |
| Who’s that queen bee chick, eyes curly black |
| Freaks be movin in fly sneaks |
| Two finger rings and gold teeth, and ain’t afraid to hold heat |
| So when I step in the square dear |
| You better have CREAM to share, Ricans, ven aqui yeah |
| Verse Three: Cappachino |
| Black chocolate girl wonder, shade brown like Thunder |
| Politic til your deficit step, gimme your number |
| Your sexy persuasive ta-ta's and thighs |
| Catch my eyes like highs I want your bodily surprise |
| Double dime some time, Ice Cream you got me fallin out |
| like a cripple, I love you like I love my dick size |
| ooh baby I miss you, your sweet tender touches |
| take pulls off the dutches, orgasm in my mindstate |
| masterbate in your clutches, I want you for self |
| like wealth, so play me closely |
| Bitches paranoia for the sting, who want the most of me Only a hard dozen want to be callin me cousin |
| Thirsty for my catalog, baby shoppin spree you’re lovin |
| Call me if you want to get dug like the pockets |
| I jizm like a giant break brooms out of their sockets |
| Outro: Method Man |
| Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggaz what? |
| It’s the after party and bitches want to fuck |
| Ice cold bitches melt down when my clutch |
| and what they titties sucked, ice cream |
| Yeah, your guts |
| Chorus: ¾ths |
| Ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch |
| They want they titties sucked, ice cream |
| One love to my chocolate deluxes, keep your nails done |
| and your wigs tight, word up One love to my butter-pecan Ricans for calling me papi |
| That’s for real |
| One love to caramel sundaes, with the cherries on top |
| Yeah |
| And big up to my french vanillas |
| Parlez vous, francais, mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons |
| and all that good stuff |
| That good stuff |