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  • Текст песни дуров сасай - Ice Cream

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    На этой странице находится текст песни дуров сасай - Ice Cream, а также перевод песни и видео или клип.
    Hey mom, can I have 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, Wu tears it up
    (The ice cream man is coming!)

    Verse One: Ghostface Killer (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 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
    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 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

    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
    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

    Verse Three: Cappachino

    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 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 guts

    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
    Parlez vous, francais, mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons
    and all that good stuff
    That good stuff

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