Intro: Man (Johnny Blaze)
Hey mom, can I have money? The ice man is coming!
Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your French-vanilla, butter-pecan, Even caramel sundaes is gettin And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu it up (The ice man is coming!)
Verse Ghostface Killer (Tony Starks)
Yo honey-dips, summertime, Jheri drippin See you on Pickens with a bunch of how you're clickin I catch shootin strong notes as we got She rocked rope, throat smellin like Impulse Your shell baby's wicked like Nimrod Caught me a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God Attitude is very rude Boo, like seafood It turns me on like Vassey and call me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy By any means, Shirley cross was done by Billie Jean's Black Misses America, name is Erica, right true eyeball, small piece, six shoe Caramel complexion, breath smellin like Excuse me hon, the Don no harm, turn around again God damn, backyard's bangin a Benz-y If I was jiggy, you'd be like Spuds McKenzie I'm high put Adina Howard to sleep Yo pardon, that been on my mind all week, but uhh Back to you Maybelline Queen let's a team You can have anything in this world CREAM So wanna do? Whatchu wanna do? go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu
Watch these rap get all up in your guts French-vanilla, butter-pecan, Even sundaes is gettin touched And scooped in my ice truck, Wu tears it up (The ice man is coming!)
Two: Raekwon the Chef (Lou Diamonds)
Shaolin's finest, whattup Boo, your highness Yo I'm loungin, big style, y'all niggaz is the flyest Moves you're too fly jewels are shaking not a patient, you're looking good fly colored Asian Ghettoes, them is your hometown, we can go the whole that, I'm shootin downtown I'm rockin and you wig is all intact Who's that bee chick, eyes curly black Freaks be movin in fly Two finger rings and gold teeth, and ain't to hold heat So when I step in the dear You better have CREAM to share, Ricans, ven aqui
Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your French-vanilla, butter-pecan, caramel sundaes is gettin touched And in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up (The ice man is coming!)
Verse Three:
Black girl wonder, shade brown like Thunder til your deficit step, gimme your number Your sexy persuasive and thighs Catch my eyes like highs I want your bodily Double dime some time, Ice Cream you got me out Like a cripple, I love you like I love my dick Ooh I miss you, your sweet tender touches take pulls off the dutches, in my mindstate Masterbate in your clutches, I you for self Like wealth, so me closely Bitches for the sting, who want the most of me Only a dozen want to be callin me cousin Thirsty for my catalog, baby shoppin you're lovin me if you want to get dug like the pockets I jizm like a giant brooms out of their sockets
Method Man
Wu-Tang in the cut, for niggaz what? It's the after party and want to fuck Watch these rap get all up in your guts French-vanilla, butter-pecan, Even caramel is gettin touched scooped in the ice truck, Wu tears it up Ice bitches melt down when my clutch and what they sucked, ice cream
Yeah, guts
French-vanilla, butter-pecan, Even sundaes is gettin touched scooped in the ice cream truck, Wu it up Ice cold bitches melt when my clutch and what titties sucked, ice cream
One love to my chocolate deluxes, keep your done and your wigs tight, up One love to my butter-pecan Ricans for calling me for real One love to caramel sundaes, the cherries on top And big up to my french vous francais, mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons and all that good That stuff