[Intro: Fat Joe] Yeah, Krillz on to check it Whattup Big March? K-O-J Yeah... This is the ice cream, yeah the ice cream man Ha, the ice cream, I'm the ice cream man Uhh, T.A. all day You don't need that watch, yo, yo
[Fat Joe] I went from Jackie to Janice, Trina to Tameka She had the fattest ass if my niggaz woulda seen her See a nigga on, before you know it I'm gone Front of the coliseum watchin girls eyes roam Just a throwback nigga, with the Motorola phone Hopped in the spaceship, whole 'nother zone We outta here; back to the Bronx where the real say Every last Sunday of the month call it Krillz day Every other week I hear somebody tryin to kill me But I be out of town, gettin money where the bills lay Ice cream, ice cream, she wants ice cream Says she's on a diet so I hit her with the light cream I got the sweetest love, you know that rock thick Shorty you can lick lick, suck on this big dick (AOW!) Hold up, shit, you better get your wet wipes You know Joey G'd up, I got every stripe I got houses on the side of mountains I'm more fearless than every one of my killers If your girl leaves with me, she gon' keep comin She gon' keep cummin, keep cummin, she gon' love me (ow)
[Chorus] Ice cream, ice cream, who wants ice cream? Hey - everybody screamin for that ice cream When she screams, I scream, I scream, she screams Hey - everybody screamin for that ice cream Ice cream, I'm the ice cream man Yes the ice cream, I'm the cream man [3X]
[T.A.] I'm feelin like the Bronx most wanted, how they all want it When it come to pretty women fuck them womens by the hundreds I'm a stunner, a sunner, you can call me what you wanna I'll, take yo' bitch she'll be "Gone 'Til November" I, got so many hoes some names I can't remember It was Tonya, Wanda, movies, made 'em Two time Johnny, two freaks when I slay 'em Always get new ones, old ones might play 'em Bumpin "Maybach Music" and I'm in the Maybach Come and get your ice cream, lil' mama lay back (Where at?) On the lap of Crack Cause we be trizzin, hit you from the front and the back My time is money, better have my money ASAP I done came up, I can bet them niggaz hate that If your girl leave with me, she gon' keep comin Comin keep cummin, keep cummin, she gon' love me
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[Raekwon] Yo, aiyyo Who smelled the fragrance? It was Chanel mixed with YSL Flagged in burgun', serpent know well We at a large brunch, discussin the God's punch Kayla with Bartles & Jaymes, shorty kept starin at my shell son And my velour was rugged, my whip was 400 Gangsters I was with flashed all hundreds Gucci couture to store shit Let me get the number love the worker exhausted, I forced it (That's right) Paragon style, I'm fly with it, might be what'chu want With good taste, put you in a good space Sat back, check her shape, good shape plus she vegan, I'm fiendin for you like Swiss cake My medicine is you and me in love, the plug was a match Gats on the center, Irish pub She kept laughin, lickin her lips, listen to flicks Clean Aston, now I got my hand on her tits, but uhh
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[Outro: Fat Joe] Yeah! Hustle super fly shit, y'knahmean? On that A.C.G. shit, that fly Pelle Jumpin out that brand new whip on my own tip Little Dominican mami you feel me? It's Coca, Krillz! J.O.S.E. 2 Get at me niggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
