Listen to Ice Cream (feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man & Cappadonna) by Raekwon

Ice Cream (feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man & Cappadonna)

Raekwon

Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raekwon
Raekwon
Vocals
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Vocals
Method Man
Method Man
Vocals
Cappadonna
Cappadonna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Songwriter
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Songwriter
Darryl Hill
Darryl Hill
Songwriter
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RZA
RZA
Producer
Islord
Islord
Assistant Engineer
4th Disciple
4th Disciple
Assistant Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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 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 Spuds 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 Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts 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 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 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 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 Method Man 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 the ice cream truck, Wu tears it up Ice cold bitches melt down when 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 the ice cream truck, Wu tears it up Ice cold bitches melt down when my clutch And what 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
Writer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Corey Woods Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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