If you're wondering who I am
Well I'm a girl who can handle a man
I don't have time for little boys
I want a man with man size toys
I am a size queen, down and dirty, just give it to me
I am a size queen, down and dirty, just give it to me
Oh yeah baby, you're so hot
Yeah, right
Have a drink and throw me down
I'm the sluttiest girl in town
Leather pants and high heeled shoes
Lipstick markings on your tattoos
I am a size queen, down and dirty, just give it to me
I am a size queen, down and dirty, just give it to me
Oh baby, oh yeah, oh
Yeah, right!
Yo, I'm Vanilla Ice and I'll be your dream
So won't you open up your legs and I'll make you cream
Just like a waterfall
You know I got it all
A long white dick almost ten inches tall
M-hmmm
Pull it out and I'll be the judge
I'll let you know if you're well-hung
I'll feel you up and I'll check for size
If it's puny don't waste my time
I am a size queen, down and dirty, just give it to me
I am a size queen, down and dirty, just give it to me
Hey stud boy standin' there at the back of the bar
I bet you think you're real well hung
Yeah, right!
Oh, yeah...stick it in...
Oh, give it to me baby*(two dope fiends talking)*
(whistle)
Hahahaha.
*Eh, eh, eh, yo mama got a long ass throat, when she drink milk, by the
time it get to her stomach it's spoiled... ahaha!!*
*Where you get that cream from man??*
*The Ice Cream Man, man, that nigga ain't no mutha fuckin joke.*
*Hold on, hold on, close the blinds, cuz, cuz the neighbors are lookin.*
*What?? Nigga lets get busy man, I'm ready to hit this big shit man, you
know what I'm sayin, this is big, big....*
*Get that kid outta here!!*
*Whoa!! The kids!! Man get the kids outta here.*
*Close the door, cuz they gonna tell on us.*
*Eh I'm blazin this up fo tha Ice Cream Man nigga!!*
Uh, uh, uh,
yeah.
Chorus *(Yukmouth)* x2
It's the Ice Cream Man,
BITCH don't you hear the music??
(Dope king, dope king.)
I got the shit fiends holla if you wanna use it!!
Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*
This shit is to be to let go,
so welcome to the ghetto,
got no love from my moms an pops had to creep an caulk heat wit my
fellows,
niggaz from the Big O,
always down to scuffle,
had the hustle from the get go,
an didn't no.... body, give a fuck about Jerold,
not when I had hella dirt an lint in my dried up ass curl,
hit the dice game,
hurled off the night train,
so hang that four-fifth at my brain,
if you want me to do the right thang,
ever since my eyes open,
I musta really sell dope in,
the 6-9 Village of East Oakland,
hopin,
my dad would come back,
but that fool vamp,
now my mama spend the checks on woozy's an the food stamps,
that's why my ass was pumpin gas,
an shootin craps,
so I can make me some rootin-tootin scratch,
no dap from the school hoes,
now why did I cut school,
fuck school,
cuz me didn't have no school clothes,
I had to go,
hook up, a book up,
now I'm a crook up,
on the late night posted,
slangin cakes l