Mr Ice Cream Man:
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**ers want
Come on and tell me yo
Kid 1:
Mr ice cream man, why you curse so much
Mr Ice Cream Man:
Don't yo mamma curse
I'm on parole like your daddy, motherf**er
Now what your little bada** want yo
Kid 2:
I want vanilla cone
With sprinkles...and I want icy
Mr Ice Cream Man:
You son of b**hes
No you can't have sh**, you ba*tard
Give me your goddamn dollar motherf**er
Mother:
Hold up, you black motherf**er
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
Mr Ice Cream Man:
Hold up b**h, Hold up b**h
b**h, I ain't give your goddamn son fully yet
That's half your goddamn son
Mother:
Look, I'm not trying to hear this sh**
You f**ing broke a** motherf**er
Driving a ice cream truck
Mr Ice Cream Man:
Go to the library, and be quiet there
Mother:
I got a motherf**ing trick for you
I'm calling the police on your a**
Mr Ice Cream Man:
The Police?
Mother:
I'm telling them that your selling d**
On the ice cream truck
Mr Ice Cream Man:
Your mamma going to get locked up
She buy d** from the ice cream truck
Mother:
See, if I come in the house and get my husband
He'll come out and whoop your motherf**ing a**
Mr Ice Cream Man:
Can nobody in your family whoop me
Can't not goddamn one person in your family whoop me
Mother:
My husband used to box golden gloves
And he'll come out here and knock you out on the f**ing first round
Mr Ice Cream Man:
If he could put the pipe down
He might could, motherf**er
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
Mother:
You know what f** you motherf**er
f** you you f**ing a**hole
Mr Ice Cream Man:
f** you and your mamma motherf**er
Kid 2:
Mr ice cream man, you mean
Mr Ice Cream Man:
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** out of here
Kids:
Arguing were heard
Mr Ice cream man:
Hold up mother f**er
Hold up motherf**er
Hold up you little dirty motherf**ers
This is a motherf**ing stick-up
Kids:
Oh no!
Mr Ice Cream Man:
Give me your motherf**ing
Nickels, quarters, skateboards
Baseball cards, all that bullsh**
You got a gummy bear
Come here you little dirty ba*tard
Give me your goddamn lunch money
Your f**ing lunch money
Your combination to your locker
Your PSPs, all that bullsh**
You got some new Jordan's on
Come here with them Jordan's
Sit your motherf**ing a** down, n***a
I want all that sh**
And your mamma phone number
Kid 2:
I'm telling my daddy
Imma get my daddy
Mr Ice Cream Man:
And I love to stay here
And kick it with y'all little dirty motherf**ers
But I'm late for parole so get the f** back
I'm out of here you little dirty motherf**ers
Announcer:
Red's gone wild