Redman - Mr. Ice Cream Man (skit) lyrics

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