No Bones in Ice Cream
Ayo, Greg Nice man (what up, Smooth?)
All I wanna say is in the 90's everybody blowin' up right?
(My name is Greg Nice)
Aunt Jemima took the rag off her head, she got a perm now
I'm convinced, everybody (oh, no, oh, no)
Word up
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
Here's still no bones in ice cream
Now, no-now, Nipsey Russell, do the hustle
You're cock diesel, flex your muscle
Sometimes you might just wanna take a bite
Out a sexy 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 cakes, yeah, more to the middle
Sleep-talkin' and sleepwalking
Fellas jealous, but girlies hawkin'
Be what 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 (yeah)
I clean out my ears with a Q-tip
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
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 Cassidy
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 'fore Smooth B peeped you
Yeah, I spot a sucker 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
Now, now, no-no-no-now (ya don't stop)
Slick Nick is in the house (uh-huh, ah, yeah)
Said my man, Mike Swift is in the house (in the, in the, in the house)
Said my man, Cool Chris is in the house (yeah, uh-huh)
Said my man Sha Raider is in the house (ah, yeah)
Said, De La Soul is in the house (uh-huh)
To my man Junie June is in the house (yeah)
To my man Big Mike is in the house (ah, yeah, uh-huh)
To the Jungle Brothers is in the house (yeah)
To the DJ Doc is in the house (uh-huh, uh-huh)
He's in the house, everybody's in the house
To my man Tim Tim is in the house (yeah, uh-huh)
To my man Horace Fly is in the house
To my man Layzie Lay in the house (uh-huh)
To my man Teddy Ted is in the house
To my man Special K in the house (uh-huh, ah, yeah
Cold rockin' the house, cold turnin' the mother, mother out
And I'm outta here
