Nice & Smooth - No Bones in Ice Cream lyrics

[Intro: Nice & Smooth] Ayo Greg Nice man, whaddup Smooth? All I wanna say is in the 90's everybody blowin' up right? (My name is Greg Nice) [?] took to rap and she got a perm now I'm convinced, everybody Word up [Chorus: Nice & Smooth] No matter how many times (no matter how many times) No, no, no matter how many times (no matter how many times) No, no, no matter how many times the ball bounces There's still no bones in ice cream, nope No matter how many times (no matter how many times) No, no, no matter how many times (no matter how many times) No, no, no matter how many times the ball bounces Ah there's still no bones in ice cream [Verse 1: Greg Nice] Now, na-now, Nipsey Russell, do the hustle You're co*k diesel, flex your muscle Sometimes you might just wanna take a bite Out a s**y young sight, like a thief in the night If the party's dead Greg'll bring highlight C'mon dance, and get down just a little Sway baby take sh** mo' to the middle (uh-huh) Sleep-talkin and sleep-walkin Fellas jealous, but girlies hawkin Bewhat you wanna be Cause if it's alright with you it's alright with me The capital G, R-E-G N-I-C-E My right hand man Smooth B (uh-huh) We're fully equipped, we do bad whips I clean out my ears with a, q-tip [Chorus: Nice & Smooth] No matter how many times (no matter how many times) No, no, no matter how many times (no matter how many times) No, no, no matter how many times the ball bounces There's still no bones in ice cream [Verse 2: Smooth B] Yo, I rock a rhyme to the best of my ability And stay real strong and hang on with agility Also may I add that my rhymes flow rapidly I'm not the Sundance Kid or Butch Ca**idy Now I'ma start things out with divinity The quality of God which leads to infinity Cause as we know, our rhymes are impeccable Fresh and flexible, highly respectable And through the years we've struggled through forfeits And after the tour quits, I come back with more hits Smooth B, my rhyme style lethal And you can't see through, but Smooth B peeped you Yeah, I spot a s**er for miles, call me the watcher And if the vibe ain't right I go gotcha You become like a hangnail or a loose hair On my flat top fade, you catch a sharp blade Cut off, you stand drifted and lonely But that's the price you pay when you're phony [Outro: Greg Nice] Slick Nick is in the house Mike Swift is in the house Cool Chris is in the house [?] is in the house De La Soul is in the house Junie June is in the house Big Mike is in the house The Jungle Brothers is in the house DJ [?] is in the house Everybody's in the house To my man Tim Tim is in the house To my man [?] is in the house To my man Layzie Lay in the house To my man Teddy Ted is in the house To my man Special K in the house Cold rockin' the house, turnin' em all out