Текст песни Raekwon - Ice Cream

[Intro: Method Man] Ma, ma! Throw down some money! The ice cream man is comin'! [Chorus: Method Man] Watch these rap niggas 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! [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, honey dip, summertime fine, Jheri drippin', Seen you on Pitkins with a bunch of chickens how you're clickin', I kept shootin' strong notes as we got close, She rocked rope, honey throat smellin' like Impulse. Your whole shell, baby, is 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 Vine's See Allah Rule. They call me Starky Love, hon, check the strategy, By any means, Shirley Temple curls was done by Billie Jeans, Black Ms. America, your name is Erica, right true, Lazy eyeball, small feet, six shoe, Caramel complexion, breath smellin' like cinnamon, Excuse me, hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again. Goddamn! Backyard's bangin' like a Benzi! If I was jiggy, you'd be spotted like Spuds McKenzie. I'm high-powered, put Adina Howard to sleep, Yo, pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week, Back to you, Maybeline Queen, let's make a team, You can have anything in this world except C.R.E.A.M. So what you wanna do, what you wanna do? Let's go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu. [Chorus: Method Man] Watch these rap niggas 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. [Verse 2: Raekwon] Shaolin's finest, what up, boo, peace, your highness! Yo, I'm loungin', big dick style, y'all niggas is the flyest, Moves you're makin' too fly, jewels are shakin', Not a Rae patient, you're lookin' 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 your wig is all intact, Who's that queen bee chick, eyes pearly 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 C.R.E.A.M. to share, Ricans, ven aqui, yeah! [Chorus: Method Man] Watch these rap niggas 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. [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Black chocolate girl wonder, shake ground like thunder, Politic to your deficit step, gimme your number. Your sexy persuasive ta-ta's and thighs Catch my eyes like pies, I want your bodily surprise. Double down 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 mind state, masturbate in your clutches, I want you for self like wealth, so play me closely. Bitches paranoid for the sting, who want the most of me, Only a hard dozen wanna be callin' me cousin, Thirsty for my catalog, baby, shopping spree you're lovin', Call me if you want to get dug like the pockets, I jizz 'em like a giant, break wombs out of the sockets. [Bridge: Method Man] Wu-Tang in the cut, for real, niggas, what? It's the afterparty and bitches want to fuck. [Chorus: Method Man] Watch these rap niggas 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. Ice cold bitches melt down when in my clutch, And want their titties sucked, ice cream, Yeah! ...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. Ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch, They want they titties sucked, ice cream. [Outro: Method Man] One love to my chocolate deluxes, keep your nails done and your wigs tight, word up! One love to my butter-pecan Ricans for callin' 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 français, mi amor, merci, oui oui, bonbons, And all that good stuff, that good stuff.
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