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Intro: Method Man (Johnny Blaze)
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Get out some money!
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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
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French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe
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Even caramel sundaes is gettin touched
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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
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See you on Pickens with a bunch of chickens
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how you're clickin
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I catch shootin strong notes as we got close
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She rocked rope, honey throat smellin like Impulse
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Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod
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Caught me like a fresh-water scrod
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And may I not be God
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Attitude is very rude Boo, crabby like seafood
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It turns me on like Vassey and Lahrule
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They call me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy
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By any means, Shirley Temple cross
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Was done by Billie Jean's
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Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right true
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Lazy apple, small piece, six shoe
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Caramel complexion, breath smellin like cinnamon
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Excuse me hon, I don't mean no harm, turn around again
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God damn, backyard's bangin like a Benz-y
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If I was jiggy, you'd be spotted like Spudz McKenzie
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I'm high powered put Adina Howard to sleep
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Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week, but uh
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Back to you Maybelline Queen let's make a team
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You can have anything in this world except CREAM
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So whatchu wanna do? Whatchu wanna do?
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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
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Yo I'm loungin, big dick style
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Y'all niggaz is the flyest
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Moves you're making too fly jewels are shaking
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out of rate patient
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You're looking good fly colored Asian Ghetto's
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Them is your hometown, we can go the whole round
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After that, I'm shootin downtown
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I'm rockin hats and you wiggaz all intact
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Who's that queen bee chick, eyes curly black
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Freaks be movin in fly sneaks
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Two finger rings and gold teeth
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and ain't afraid to hold heat
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So when I step in the square dear
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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
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Politic til your deficit step, gimme your number
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Your sexy persuasive Thai-Thai's and thighs
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Catch my eyes like highs I want your bodily surprise
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Double dime some time, Ice Cream you got me fallin out
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like a cripple, I love you like I love my dick size
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ooh baby I miss you, your sweet tender touches
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take moves off the Duchess, orgasm in my mindstate
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masterbate in your clutches, I want you for self
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like wealth, so play me closely
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Bitches paranoia for the sting, who want the most of me
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Only a hard dozen want to be callin me cousin
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Thirsty for my catalog, baby shoppin spree you're lovin
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Call me if you want to get dug like the pockets
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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?
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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
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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
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They want they titties sucked, ice cream
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One love to my chocolate deluxes, keep your nails done
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and your wigs tight, word up
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One love to my butter-pecan Ricans for calling me papi
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That's for real
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One love to caramel sundaes, with the cherries on top
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Yeah
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And big up to my french vanillas
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Parlei vous, francais, mi amor
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Merci, oui oui, bon bons and all that good stuff
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That good stuff
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Ice Cream
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Chef Raekwon |