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Pack The The Ice Cream Song

't you try it? ice cream, ice cream! [x2] You got it, it's the ice cream song Yeah bitch it's the ice cream song! Yeah ma it's the ice cream song And

of The Way We Swing, and the Underground Talkhowyalike Posse I feel like a nice big bowl of cereal, icy cold milk Daddy, can I eat some ice cream? Look

Yo son we gotta make that cream whether raps or Nixon times They call me Rollie, watch me polly with the wide body Dinali Packed the bad hottie, rocked enough ice

[Monoxide] I'm so addicted to this But I know it's too cold Like ice cream I dip my dipstick in there It's meltin' again So she gonna have shake on

need to rock these mic devices Projectile shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyle I'm not your basic street entrepeneuer, crime tour, packs the luger High pursuit for the cream

scratch up under the mattress Fuck this rap shit, yay wrapped in plastic everyday practice Runnin' away from task tactics, hop fences Leavin' 'em ass backwards before this music I used to be the 'Ice Cream

you need to rock these mic devices Projectile Shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyle I'm not your basic street entrepeneuer, crime tour, packs the luger High pursuit for the CREAM

some friends and a ill-ass fuckin' neighbourhood rep 600 Benz gooseneck with a Nakamichi system in it Graduated from a rookie, rolled-up windows tinted Desire presented for ice cream

scratch up under the mattress fuck this rap shit yay wrapped in plastic everyday practice runnin away from task tactics hop fences leavin 'em ass backwards before this music I used to be the Ice Cream