? Poor man?s ice cream Poor man?s ice cream What were you dreaming of? Yeah, what were you dreaming of? Poor man?s ice cream Poor man?s ice cream
to chase that buck Nosey neighbors and haters keep their face on stuck Cops roll up on the pavement break the dice games up Behind smoke kids can't chase the ice cream
' yo pumpkin' head like, ooh I been the ice cream man since ?92 Comin' through in the ice cream truck on triple gold shoes Fuck too tru?s vogues give
t think it's right, yo, I like to bite Just havin' fun y'all, and if you think that it's wrong You got to admit, it's a new type of song Doowutchyalike
s at home He always hears voices when he's all alone His wife took the kids, the car and the crib In this man's world, so much for Women's Lib New
the white boy's lying rag Said he was gonna die poor and frustrated That them dreams walk which you 'cross town He's gonna die from over work There's
Street, baby Hey, little girl, you want an ice cream cone Hello, High C Cherrie Shake that trash over here I got a big jet black Cadillac It's parked
We were dirt poor Houston kids Our whole family living on the skids But we always had a nickel for the coming of the ice cream man Mosquito truck blowing
Woo hoo No baby, I'll do you 'cause You, you, you, you do anything Gimme white boys skinny Gimme big black men Gimme ice cream on my birthday Oh, gimme
true Bad Gal dutty that's what's up Word to Selassie I Foxy I wine body I Get freaky freaky freaky freaky like Ladi Di Poor little rappers, all a dem
new? I had wings on flyin' outta prison with a ratchet Was only there 'cause someone snitched No one's poor but no one's rich Just my way of creepin' if life's
tryna kill me I was born in Puerto Rico raised in Brooklyn graz-ing Forced to be a man before even men became men Welfare and food stamps poor shit it
I want to tell you all about a young man He'll be known as dan Then he was living down in san diego Drove an ice-cream van One night he met a girl in
say it's such a phenominal show man Unbelievable how you be stackin the dough man When we rollin a thousand headcracks in a row man The way we start the
come ice the cake Put it through everybody on my license plate (Aight) Ripping MCs, then got a rap chick fiending (Fiending) Celine type creaming (Creaming
Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy hall Where there's a nightly brawl And all That Jazz [
tough It's hot at home, mamma's got a block on the phone Couldn't call my man Pete so I called Huddy Comb Yo, Meeno Yo, Hud On the low, here's the verdict
I walk quick I talk with authority while I question it When I ask, "Who am I?" I'm left guessing But if you're a poor man's version of ANYTHING It is