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- Ice Cream
- Chef Raekwon
- Album: Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...
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- WARNING: Language not suitable for minors.
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- Intro: Method Man (Johnny Blaze)
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- Get out some money!
- The ice cream man is coming!
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- Chorus:
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- 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, who tears it up
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- Verse One: Ghostface Killer (Tony Starks)
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- Yo honey-dips, I'm a time fine jerry 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
- And 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 apple, small piece, six shoe
- Caramel complexion, breath smellin like cinnamon
- Excuse me hon, I don't 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 uh
- 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
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- Chorus
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- Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef (Lou Diamonds)
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- 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
- out of rate patient
- You're looking good fly colored Asian Ghetto's
- Them is your hometown, we can go the whole round
- After that, I'm shootin downtown
- I'm rockin hats and you wiggaz 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, then I be geared
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- Chorus
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- Verse Three: Cappachino
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- Black chocolate girl wonder, shade brown like Thunder
- Politic til your deficit step, gimme your number
- Your sexy persuasive Thai-Thai'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 moves off the Duchess, 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
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- Outro: Method Man
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- Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggaz what?
- It's the after party and bitches want to fuck
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- Chorus:
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- Ice cold bitches melt down when my clutch
- and what they titties sucked, ice cream
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- Yeah, your guys
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- Chorus: 3/4ths
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- Ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch
- They want they titties sucked, ice cream
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- 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
- Parlei vous, francais, mi amor
- Merci, oui oui, bon bons and all that good stuff
- That good stuff
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- Source: kirill <c1272122@techst02.technion.ac.il>
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