Mr. Ice Cream Man (Skit) - Redman
Ice cream goddamn it let's go
It's ice cream I got ice cream right here
What you need yo I see y'all over there
Come here I got ice cream goddamn it
How many of y'all want ice cream
Where y'all at ice cream right here right here
Now what y'all little motherf**kers want
Come on and tell me yo
Mr ice cream man why you curse so much
Don't yo mamma curse
I'm on parole just like your daddy motherf**ker
Now what your little badass want yo
I want vanilla cone
With sprinkles and I want I want icy
You son of b**ches
No you can't have sh*t you bastard
Give me your goddamn dollar motherf**ker
Hold up you black motherf**ker
You need to watch the way you talk around these kids
Especially my son you ice cream drunk driver
You need to have a little more respect for these kids
Hold up b**ch
B**ch stepfather give you a f**k
I ain't give your goddamn son fully yet motherf**k
That's half your goddamn son
Look I'm not trying to hear this sh*t right now
I'm not trying to hear this sh*t
You f**king broke a** motherf**ker
Driving a ice cream truck
Go to the goddamn library you went here motherf**k
And be quiet there motherf**k
I got a motherf**king trick for you
I'm calling the police on your a**
The Police
I'm telling them that your selling dr*gs
On the ice cream truck
Your mamma going to get locked up
She buy dr*gs from the ice cream truck
See if I come in the house and get my husband
He'll come out and whoop your motherf**king a**
Can nobody in your family whoop me
Can't not goddamn one person in your family whoop me
My husband used to box golden gloves
And he'll come out here and knock you out
On the f**king first round
If he could put the pipe down
He might could motherf**ker
If he put that smoke down one minute
He might can whoop my a**
But he'll never get to try
Cause he ain't going to put the crack crack down
F**k you motherf**ker
F**k you you f**king a**hole
F**k you and your mamma motherf**ker
Mr ice cream man you mean
I just like your grandmama
I just like her
So get your dirty a** out of here
Give me a dollar or get the f**k out of here
Hold up mother f**ker
Hold up motherf**ker
Hold up you little dirty motherf**kers
This is a motherf**king stick-up
Oh no
Give me your motherf**king
Nickels quarters skateboards
Baseball cards all that bullshit
You got a gummy bear
Come here you little dirty bastard
Give me your goddamn lunch money
Your f**king lunch money
Your combination to your locker
Your PSPs all that bullshit
You got some new Jordan's on
Come here with them Jordan's
Sit your motherf**king a** down ni**a
I want all that sh*t
And your mamma phone number
I'm telling my daddy
And I love to stay here
And kick it with y'all little dirty motherf**kers
But I'm late for parole so get the f**k back
I'm out of here