| Hey mom, can I have some money?
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| The ice cream man is coming!
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| Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts
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| French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe
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| Even caramel sundaes is gettin touched
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| And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up
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| (The ice cream man is coming!)
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| Verse One: Ghostface Killer (Tony Starks)
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| Yo honey-dips, summertime, fine Jheri drippin
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| See you on Pickens with a bunch of chickens how you’re clickin
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| I catch shootin strong notes as we got close
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| She rocked rope, honey throat smellin like Impulse
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| Your whole shell baby’s wicked like Nimrod
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| Caught me like a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God
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| Attitude is very rude Boo, crabby like seafood
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| It turns me on like Vassey and Lahrule
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| They call me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy
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| By any means, Shirley Temple cross was done by Billie Jean’s
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| Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right true
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| Lazy eyeball, small piece, six shoe
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| Caramel complexion, breath smellin like cinnamon
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| Excuse me hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again
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| God damn, backyard’s bangin like a Benz-y
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| If I was jiggy, you’d be spotted like Spudz McKenzie
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| I’m high powered put Adina Howard to sleep
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| Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week, but uhh
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| Back to you Maybelline Queen let’s make a team
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| You can have anything in this world except CREAM
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| So whatchu wanna do? |
| Whatchu wanna do?
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| Let’s go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef (Lou Diamonds)
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| Shaolin’s finest, whattup Boo, peace your highness
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| Yo I’m loungin, big dick style, y’all niggaz is the flyest
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| Moves you’re making too fly jewels are shaking
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| not a rape patient, you’re looking good fly colored Asian
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| Ghettoes, them is your hometown, we can go the whole round
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| After that, I’m shootin downtown
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| I’m rockin hats and you wig is all intact
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| Who’s that queen bee chick, eyes curly black
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| Freaks be movin in fly sneaks
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| Two finger rings and gold teeth, and ain’t afraid to hold heat
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| So when I step in the square dear
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| You better have CREAM to share, Ricans, ven aqui yeah
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| Verse Three: Cappachino
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| Black chocolate girl wonder, shade brown like Thunder
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| Politic til your deficit step, gimme your number
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| Your sexy persuasive ta-ta's and thighs
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| Catch my eyes like highs I want your bodily surprise
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| Double dime some time, Ice Cream you got me fallin out
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| like a cripple, I love you like I love my dick size
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| ooh baby I miss you, your sweet tender touches
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| take pulls off the dutches, orgasm in my mindstate
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| masterbate in your clutches, I want you for self
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| like wealth, so play me closely
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| Bitches paranoia for the sting, who want the most of me Only a hard dozen want to be callin me cousin
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| Thirsty for my catalog, baby shoppin spree you’re lovin
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| Call me if you want to get dug like the pockets
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| I jizm like a giant break brooms out of their sockets
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| Outro: Method Man
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| Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggaz what?
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| It’s the after party and bitches want to fuck
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| Ice cold bitches melt down when my clutch
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| and what they titties sucked, ice cream
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| Yeah, your guts
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| Chorus: ¾ths
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| Ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch
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| They want they titties sucked, ice cream
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| One love to my chocolate deluxes, keep your nails done
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| and your wigs tight, word up One love to my butter-pecan Ricans for calling me papi
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| That’s for real
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| One love to caramel sundaes, with the cherries on top
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| Yeah
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| And big up to my french vanillas
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| Parlez vous, francais, mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons
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| and all that good stuff
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| That good stuff |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ice Cream , by - Wu-Tang Clan. Song from the album Live At Montreux 2007, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп