) Cheddar, cheddar Makes things better, (get your paper mayn) Cheddar, cheddar Makes things better, (we having lavish things) [Mr. 3-2:] Cheddar, scrilla cream
write things The party for your right to fight scenes Baby girl you as young as the nice seams on tight jeans Should have been Kahlua or ice cream My
ice cream Know what I mean Peaches and Cream I need it cause you know that I'm a fiend Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine It's even better when it's with ice cream
ya You could be my ice cream baby You scream then I scream baby Come and be my ice cream baby You scream then I scream baby You could be my ice cream
a dreamer. But can you put your hands in your head, oh no! I said dreamer! You nothing but a dreamer. You know you are a dreamer. But can you put your hands
is dope, def, real death-defyin Competators, get with mental def tryin The number one candidate, his hands'll make Dancers dance, he possess the hands
me room i'm servin' shit constantly tune and laughin' like a ticklish babboon on the way to the moon w/a stick and a broom and the cream of the crop
t seeing my face. Grinnd. [Verse 3: Giggz] Black woolly Nikey hat pack that Adidas jacket in the grind gettin mac. Light square paps (yeah) nightmare raps (yeah), niggers better know that Mr. Ice creams
her got mi hands up yes congratulate her listen up watch me close u can't stop these flows mi watch look like a rocky road yea I talk about ice cuz u
an adolescent, made me a man Money and power in my hand, trying to make it expand I went from hobo to POLO, dimes to dollars Diamond cuffs on my wrists, ice
light Shining in her eyes Screamed my sermon damning sin and vice When underneath I was a regular guy My pulpit melted like a block of ice When a bolt
hummin' Mom Mom The ice cream man is comin' Her time is always out, so she always thought I planned it Other kids got some, but I was empty-handed I live
eyes that makes me wanna marry you But first let me carry you... to the California king How many carats do you want in your ring? Do you like ice cream
who owned my heart You're my woman, my lover, my friend I pushed you on swings, we played in the sand I bought you ice cream from the ice cream man
s like rap-capone With dallas chrome Or Love Jones all in your bones Treat a girl like a freak, then send her home Like a ice-cream cone My heart is cold
try not to let your emotions show But it ain't a balloon you can just let go It's an ice cream cone dripping in the sun Sticky hands Sticky arms Sticky
Fine ass, gold digging ass nurse She was about 23 Told my auntie she had eyes for me Dark skinned and liked chocolate ice cream She could be the head
