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Ice Cream Man / Shoe Throwin' Mothers
Eddie Murphy
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We was just playing
I'm hot as a fuck in this thing
I can't, if any, if you hear, if any younger people in the audience
You'll hear the ice cream man go out and get me some shit
And I know the young people can't
I remember when you was little, you could hear them ice cream bells boy
The ice cream man
'Member you would come to town and everybody would lose they fucking mind
You couldn't hear your mother calling you, but you hear that ice cream man three blocks away
And no matter what you was doing, the shit stopped when Mr. Softy came to town
You be playing marbles and shit, you be, do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do
Ice cream!
Ice cream!
The ice cream man is coming!
The ice cream man is coming!
Mom!
Mom!
Throw down some money!
The ice cream man is coming!
And then your mother would come to the window
And start throwing change out the window saying
Go get your father a toasted almond bar
And get yourself a vanilla cone
And get your brother the ice hit
And spit the ice hit
And bring me back my change
And you catch all that shit
And run down the street top speed
After the ice cream man
And the ice cream man always drove a extra block and shit
And I know he seen us and shit
I think he was just in the car with his friend going
"Watch how fast I make you do my fucking run"
Now you be behind him doing 50 going, "Ice cream!"
You stop the car and pull over, you come up and say
"Ice cream, man, uh, give me this, uh, give me this, uh, give it, uh
I chose the almond ball for my father and the ice day to get my mother's change
Thank you, ice cream, man
Thank you
Thank you, ice cream, man
Thank you, ice cream, man
Thank you"
'Cause you know kids, they get happy when they get ice cream
You don't eat your ice cream for like a half hour, you be dancing around with it going
"I have some ice cream. I have some ice cream"
I have some ice cream
And I'm gonna eat it all
I'm gonna eat all the ice cream be running all down your arm and shit
I'm about to eat all of my ice cream
There's always be one kid on the side who didn't no ice cream
And kids don't give a fuck, they say
"You don't have no ice, you didn't get none
You didn't get none, you didn't get none
'Cause you are under welfare and can't afford it
He can't afford it
He can't afford it
He can't afford it
He can't'
All the other kids joining me going
"He can't afford it
He can't afford it
And his father is an alcoholic
He want some ice cream
He want some ice cream
Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream
You want to lick?
Psych"
You want some ice cream
You want to eat some of it
But you cannot have it
You want it
You dropped your ice cream, you dropped your ice cream
I had some ice cream, I tripped it up too dark
I need my ice cream, I could drop my ice cream in a pile of shit, nigga
I was a greedy motherfucker, I'd be saying it's just shit
Like sprinkles, that's all
Don't let your mother catch you doing that shit though
Your mother lose her mind when you eat some ice cream off the floor
Mother says, "Put that back on the floor"
You drop that shit there, I wouldn't know you did it
'Cause your mother, boy, they don't like nasty shit like
My mother caught me eating some shit off the floor
She would do, anybody got them mothers that hit you with a shoe?
I have a mother that got, she was a motherfucking shoe artist
She could fuck you up with her shoe and was accurate
Hit you anywhere she wanted to hit you, any place, anytime
By the time I was ten, my mother was like Clint Eastwood with her shoe
Straight up she come walking in the room with like this
Why'd you eat the ice cream off the floor?
I didn't know I was going to
She was rough
She get you in the supermarket too
You can be like in the supermarket
And be like grabbing shit off the counter going
"Ma, can we get this?"
She'll go
Knock the shit out your hand, boy
Bad, and get on the telephone with my grandmother
And be doing two things at the same time, and she be cooking like this
I have the phone right here, you be in the corner fucking up, she'll go
"Yeah, mama hold on a second," fuck you up
Bad, and God forbid she be dressed up and have them high heel shoes on
Them pump Jimsons, and be standing in the doorway with my father
'Cause they hear you in the bedroom fucking up
They have that mother hearing, they can hear you
And they get motherfucking boomerang action on your ass
And fuck you up, you don't even know what happened to you
Mother be at the doorway and say, "Wait a minute, Vernon"
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