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Raekwon The Chef

Genres: Hip-Hop

Ice Cream Lyrics - Raekwon The Chef

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 

 

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 

Goddamn, 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 

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 

 

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 

 

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 

 

Ghettos, 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 

 

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 

 

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 mind state 

Masturbate 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 

 

Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggaz what? 

It's the after party and bitches want to fuck 

Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts 

French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe 

 

Even caramel sundaes is gettin' touched 

Scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up 

Ice cold bitches melt down when in my clutch 

And what they titties sucked, ice cream, yeah, your guts 

 

French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe 

Even caramel sundaes is gettin' touched 

Scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up 

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 

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