Ice Cream

[Produced by RZA] [Intro: Method Man] Ma, throw down some money The ice cream man is coming [Chorus: Method Man] Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe Even caramel sundaes is getting touched And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up (The ice cream man is coming) [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, honey dip, summertime fine, Jheri dripping Seen you on Pitkins with a bunch of chickens how you're cliquing I kept shooting strong notes as we got close She rocked rope, honey throat smelling like Impulse Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod Caught me like a freshwater scrod, or may I not be God? Attitude is very rude, boo, crabby like seafood It turns me on like Vine's Cee Allah Rule They call me Starky Love, hon, check the strategy By any means, Shirley Temple curls was done by Billie Jeans Black Mrs. America, your name is Erica, right, true Lazy eyeball, small feet, six shoe Caramel complexion, breath smelling like cinnamon Excuse me, hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again Goddamn, backyard's banging 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 But, uh, back to you, Maybelline 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 getting touched And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up (The ice cream man is coming) [Verse 2: Raekwon] Shaolin's finest, what up, boo? Peace, your highness Yo, I'm lounging big dick style, y'all niggas is the flyest Moves you're making, too fly, jewels 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 shooting downtown I'm rocking hats and your wig is all intact Who's that queen bee chick, eyes pearly black? Freaks be moving 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: Method Man] Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe Even caramel sundaes is getting touched Scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up (The ice cream man is coming) [Verse 3: Cappadonna] Black chocolate girl wonder, shake ground like thunder Politic to your deficit step, give me your number Your sexy persuasive tatas and thighs Catch my eyes like pies, I want your bodily surprise Double down some time Ice cream, you got me falling 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 wanna be calling me cousin Thirsty for my catalog, baby, shopping spree you're loving Call me if you wanna get dug like the pockets I jizz 'em like a giant, break wombs out of the sockets [Pre-Chorus: Method Man] Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggas, what? It's the afterparty and bitches wanna fuck [Chorus: Method Man] Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe Even caramel sundaes is getting touched Scooped in the ice cream truck, Wu tears it up Ice cold bitches melt down when in my clutch And want they titties sucked, ice cream, yeah Your guts French vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe Even caramel sundaes is getting touched Scooped in the ice cream truck, Wu tears it up (The ice cream man is coming) 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 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 français? Mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons and all that good stuff That good stuff