Raekwon - Ice Cream (LP version) lyrics

Intro: Method Man (Johnny Blaze) Hey mom, can I have some money? The ice cream man is coming! Chorus: Watch these rap n***as get all up in your guts French-vanilla, bu*ter-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 k**er (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 Va**ey 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 Spuds McKenzie I'm high powered put Adina Howard to sleep Yo pardon, that b**h 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 Chorus Watch these rap n***as get all up in your guts French-vanilla, bu*ter-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 Two: Raekwon the Chef (Lou Diamonds) Shaolin's finest, whattup Boo, peace your highness Yo I'm loungin, big dick style, y'all n***as is the flyest Moves you're making too fly j**els 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 Chorus Watch these rap n***as get all up in your guts French-vanilla, bu*ter-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 Three: Cappachino Black chocolate girl wonder, shade brown like Thunder Politic til your deficit step, gimme your number Your s**y 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 b**hes 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 n***as what? It's the after party and b**hes want to f** Watch these rap n***as get all up in your guts French-vanilla, bu*ter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe Even caramel sundaes is gettin touched Scooped in the ice cream truck, Wu tears it up Ice cold b**hes melt down when my clutch And what they titties s**ed, ice cream Yeah, your guts French-vanilla, bu*ter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe Even caramel sundaes is gettin touched Scooped in the ice cream truck, Wu tears it up Ice cold b**hes melt down when my clutch And what they titties s**ed, ice cream One love to my chocolate deluxes, keep your nails done And your wigs tight, word up One love to my bu*ter-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