Get out some money!

The ice cream man is coming!



Chorus:



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



Verse One: Ghostface Killer (Tony Starks)



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



Chorus



Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef (Lou Diamonds)



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



Chorus



Verse Three: Cappachino



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



Outro: Method Man



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

It's the after party and bitches want to fuck



Chorus:



Ice cold bitches melt down when my clutch

and what they titties sucked, ice cream



Yeah, your guys



Chorus: 3/4ths



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

Parlei vous, francais, mi amor

Merci, oui oui, bon bons and all that good stuff

That good stuff