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TTC - Travailler (Remix Dj Orgasmic)

Durée: 3:25
Notation: 4.63 (8 votes)
Visites: 8034' favoriteCount='23
Publié par: VerkaLusch

Thématique: ATK berman cuizinier DJ fuckaloop latex one orgasmic para tacteel teki tido travailler TTC

Clip de TTC, groupe de rap franÃ§ais intitulÃ© Travailler. La vision de TTC sur le monde du travail... le tout agrÃ©mentÃ© de jeunes femmes en petites tenues bien sur!!! (sinon ce ne serait pas du TTC, lol)

Wu-Tang Clan - Ice Cream - With Lyrics

Durée: 4:9
Notation: 5.00 (5 votes)
Visites: 3707' favoriteCount='20
Publié par: NicNasty1981

Thématique: Blaze Cappachino Chef Clan Cream Ghostface Ice Johnny Killer Lyrics Man Method NicNasty1981 Raekwon Starks the Tony With Wu-Tang

Here are the lyrics, enjoy!! :) Hey mom, can I have some money? The ice cream man is coming! Chorus: Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe Even caramel sundaes is gettin touched And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up (The ice cream man is coming!) Verse One: Ghostface Killer (Tony Starks) Yo honey-dips, summertime, fine Jheri drippin See you on Pickens with a bunch of chickens how you're clickin I catch shootin strong notes as we got close She rocked rope, honey throat smellin like Impulse Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod Caught me like a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God Attitude is very rude Boo, crabby like seafood It turns me on like Vassey and Lahrule They call me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy By any means, Shirley Temple cross was done by Billie Jean's Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right true Lazy eyeball, small piece, six shoe Caramel complexion, breath smellin like cinnamon Excuse me hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again God damn, backyard's bangin like a Benz-y If I was jiggy, you'd be spotted like Spudz McKenzie I'm high powered put Adina Howard to sleep Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week, but uhh Back to you Maybelline Queen let's make a team You can have anything in this world except CREAM So whatchu wanna do? Whatchu wanna do? Let's go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu Chorus Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef (Lou Diamonds) Shaolin's finest, whattup Boo, peace your highness Yo I'm loungin, big dick style, y'all niggaz is the flyest Moves you're making too fly jewels are shaking not a rape patient, you're looking good fly colored Asian Ghettoes, them is your hometown, we can go the whole round After that, I'm shootin downtown I'm rockin hats and you wig is all intact Who's that queen bee chick, eyes curly black Freaks be movin in fly sneaks Two finger rings and gold teeth, and ain't afraid to hold heat So when I step in the square dear You better have CREAM to share, Ricans, ven aqui yeah Chorus Verse Three: Cappachino Black chocolate girl wonder, shade brown like Thunder Politic til your deficit step, gimme your number Your sexy persuasive ta-ta's and thighs Catch my eyes like highs I want your bodily surprise Double dime some time, Ice Cream you got me fallin out like a cripple, I love you like I love my dick size ooh baby I miss you, your sweet tender touches take pulls off the dutches, orgasm in my mindstate masterbate in your clutches, I want you for self like wealth, so play me closely Bitches paranoia for the sting, who want the most of me Only a hard dozen want to be callin me cousin Thirsty for my catalog, baby shoppin spree you're lovin Call me if you want to get dug like the pockets I jizm like a giant break brooms out of their sockets Outro: Method Man Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggaz what? It's the after party and bitches want to fuck Chorus: Ice cold bitches melt down when my clutch and what they titties sucked, ice cream Yeah, your guts Chorus: 3/4ths Ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch They want they titties sucked, ice cream One love to my chocolate deluxes, keep your nails done and your wigs tight, word up One love to my butter-pecan Ricans for calling me papi That's for real One love to caramel sundaes, with the cherries on top Yeah And big up to my french vanillas Parlez vous, francais, mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons and all that good stuff That good stuff Find out about the evil cult of scientology, Dianetics is scientology's bible http://www.whyaretheydead.net/ http://www.xenu.net/ http://www.youfoundthecard.com/ http://www.exscientologykids.com/ http://forums.whyweprotest.net/ This site is $cientology Activism. Search for your own city. http://www.factnet.org/ http://www.lermanet.com/ Two different vidoes on youtube about the evil cult of scientology. This is why anonymous cares! http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=UnUbdAw9V4Y http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=JvXozEshc2Q The Germany government has for a long time recognised the dangers of the Cult. Kick ass lawyer Graham Berry gives a speech(in English)Which you have to see. http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=qvMoSsuRVW8

Raekwon feat. Ghostface Killah, Method Man - Ice Cream

Durée: 4:13
Notation: 5.00 (1 votes)
Visites: 1373' favoriteCount='7
Publié par: mdynasty607

Thématique: built classic cuban for hip-hop linx only rap

Intro: Method Man (Johnny Blaze) Hey mom, can I have some money? The ice cream man is coming! Chorus: Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe Even caramel sundaes is gettin touched And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up (The ice cream man is coming!) Verse One: Ghostface Killer (Tony Starks) Yo honey-dips, summertime, fine Jheri drippin See you on Pickens with a bunch of chickens how you're clickin I catch shootin strong notes as we got close She rocked rope, honey throat smellin like Impulse Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod Caught me like a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God Attitude is very rude Boo, crabby like seafood It turns me on like Vassey and Lahrule They call me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy By any means, Shirley Temple cross was done by Billie Jean's Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right true Lazy eyeball, small piece, six shoe Caramel complexion, breath smellin like cinnamon Excuse me hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again God damn, backyard's bangin like a Benz-y If I was jiggy, you'd be spotted like Spudz McKenzie I'm high powered put Adina Howard to sleep Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week, but uhh Back to you Maybelline Queen let's make a team You can have anything in this world except CREAM So whatchu wanna do? Whatchu wanna do? Let's go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu Chorus Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef (Lou Diamonds) Shaolin's finest, whattup Boo, peace your highness Yo I'm loungin, big dick style, y'all niggaz is the flyest Moves you're making too fly jewels are shaking not a rape patient, you're looking good fly colored Asian Ghettoes, them is your hometown, we can go the whole round After that, I'm shootin downtown I'm rockin hats and you wig is all intact Who's that queen bee chick, eyes curly black Freaks be movin in fly sneaks Two finger rings and gold teeth, and ain't afraid to hold heat So when I step in the square dear You better have CREAM to share, Ricans, ven aqui yeah Chorus Verse Three: Cappachino Black chocolate girl wonder, shade brown like Thunder Politic til your deficit step, gimme your number Your sexy persuasive ta-ta's and thighs Catch my eyes like highs I want your bodily surprise Double dime some time, Ice Cream you got me fallin out like a cripple, I love you like I love my dick size ooh baby I miss you, your sweet tender touches take pulls off the dutches, orgasm in my mindstate masterbate in your clutches, I want you for self like wealth, so play me closely Bitches paranoia for the sting, who want the most of me Only a hard dozen want to be callin me cousin Thirsty for my catalog, baby shoppin spree you're lovin Call me if you want to get dug like the pockets I jizm like a giant break brooms out of their sockets Outro: Method Man Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggaz what? It's the after party and bitches want to fuck Chorus: Ice cold bitches melt down when my clutch and what they titties sucked, ice cream Yeah, your guts Chorus: 3/4ths Ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch They want they titties sucked, ice cream One love to my chocolate deluxes, keep your nails done and your wigs tight, word up One love to my butter-pecan Ricans for calling me papi That's for real One love to caramel sundaes, with the cherries on top Yeah And big up to my french vanillas Parlez vous, francais, mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons and all that good stuff That good stuff

Raekwon-Ice Cream

Durée: 4:9
Notation: 4.00 (4 votes)
Visites: 1319' favoriteCount='5
Publié par: mark111491

Thématique: built clan coast cream cuban east for ghostface hip-hop killah linx new only raekwon-ice real shaolin tang wu york

Intro: Method Man (Johnny Blaze) Hey mom, can I have some money? The ice cream man is coming! Chorus: Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe Even caramel sundaes is gettin touched And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up (The ice cream man is coming!) Verse One: Ghostface Killer (Tony Starks) Yo honey-dips, summertime, fine Jheri drippin See you on Pickens with a bunch of chickens how you're clickin I catch shootin strong notes as we got close She rocked rope, honey throat smellin like Impulse Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod Caught me like a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God Attitude is very rude Boo, crabby like seafood It turns me on like Vassey and Lahrule They call me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy By any means, Shirley Temple cross was done by Billie Jean's Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right true Lazy eyeball, small piece, six shoe Caramel complexion, breath smellin like cinnamon Excuse me hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again God damn, backyard's bangin like a Benz-y If I was jiggy, you'd be spotted like Spudz McKenzie I'm high powered put Adina Howard to sleep Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week, but uhh Back to you Maybelline Queen let's make a team You can have anything in this world except CREAM So whatchu wanna do? Whatchu wanna do? Let's go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu Chorus Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef (Lou Diamonds) Shaolin's finest, whattup Boo, peace your highness Yo I'm loungin, big dick style, y'all niggaz is the flyest Moves you're making too fly jewels are shaking not a rape patient, you're looking good fly colored Asian Ghettoes, them is your hometown, we can go the whole round After that, I'm shootin downtown I'm rockin hats and you wig is all intact Who's that queen bee chick, eyes curly black Freaks be movin in fly sneaks Two finger rings and gold teeth, and ain't afraid to hold heat So when I step in the square dear You better have CREAM to share, Ricans, ven aqui yeah Chorus Verse Three: Cappachino Black chocolate girl wonder, shade brown like Thunder Politic til your deficit step, gimme your number Your sexy persuasive ta-ta's and thighs Catch my eyes like highs I want your bodily surprise Double dime some time, Ice Cream you got me fallin out like a cripple, I love you like I love my dick size ooh baby I miss you, your sweet tender touches take pulls off the dutches, orgasm in my mindstate masterbate in your clutches, I want you for self like wealth, so play me closely Bitches paranoia for the sting, who want the most of me Only a hard dozen want to be callin me cousin Thirsty for my catalog, baby shoppin spree you're lovin Call me if you want to get dug like the pockets I jizm like a giant break brooms out of their sockets Outro: Method Man Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggaz what? It's the after party and bitches want to fuck Chorus: Ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch they want there titties sucked, ice cream Yeah, your guts Chorus: 3/4ths Ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch They want they titties sucked, ice cream One love to my chocolate deluxes, keep your nails done and your wigs tight, word up One love to my butter-pecan Ricans for calling me papi That's for real One love to caramel sundaes, with the cherries on top Yeah And big up to my french vanillas Parlez vous, francais, mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons and all that good stuff That good stuff

Ice Cream Amv With Lyrics

Durée: 4:11
Notation: 3.00 (4 votes)
Visites: 584' favoriteCount='4
Publié par: butterfingersap

Thématique: amv bleach clan cream hip-hop ice ichigo man method music on rap tang video wu

wu tang clan bleach amv on ice cream music video Intro: Method Man (Johnny Blaze) Hey mom, can I have some money? The ice cream man is coming! Chorus: Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe Even caramel sundaes is gettin touched And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up (The ice cream man is coming!) Verse One: Ghostface Killer (Tony Starks) Yo honey-dips, summertime, fine Jheri drippin See you on Pickens with a bunch of chickens how you're clickin I catch shootin strong notes as we got close She rocked rope, honey throat smellin like Impulse Your whole shell baby's wicked like Nimrod Caught me like a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God Attitude is very rude Boo, crabby like seafood It turns me on like Vassey and Lahrule They call me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy By any means, Shirley Temple cross was done by Billie Jean's Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right true Lazy eyeball, small piece, six shoe Caramel complexion, breath smellin like cinnamon Excuse me hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again God damn, backyard's bangin like a Benz-y If I was jiggy, you'd be spotted like Spudz McKenzie I'm high powered put Adina Howard to sleep Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week, but uhh Back to you Maybelline Queen let's make a team You can have anything in this world except CREAM So whatchu wanna do? Whatchu wanna do? Let's go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu Chorus Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef (Lou Diamonds) Shaolin's finest, whattup Boo, peace your highness Yo I'm loungin, big dick style, y'all niggaz is the flyest Moves you're making too fly jewels are shaking not a rape patient, you're looking good fly colored Asian Ghettoes, them is your hometown, we can go the whole round After that, I'm shootin downtown I'm rockin hats and you wig is all intact Who's that queen bee chick, eyes curly black Freaks be movin in fly sneaks Two finger rings and gold teeth, and ain't afraid to hold heat So when I step in the square dear You better have CREAM to share, Ricans, ven aqui yeah Chorus Verse Three: Cappachino Black chocolate girl wonder, shade brown like Thunder Politic til your deficit step, gimme your number Your sexy persuasive ta-ta's and thighs Catch my eyes like highs I want your bodily surprise Double dime some time, Ice Cream you got me fallin out like a cripple, I love you like I love my dick size ooh baby I miss you, your sweet tender touches take pulls off the dutches, orgasm in my mindstate masterbate in your clutches, I want you for self like wealth, so play me closely Bitches paranoia for the sting, who want the most of me Only a hard dozen want to be callin me cousin Thirsty for my catalog, baby shoppin spree you're lovin Call me if you want to get dug like the pockets I jizm like a giant break brooms out of their sockets Outro: Method Man Wu-Tang in the cut, for real niggaz what? It's the after party and bitches want to fuck Chorus: Ice cold bitches melt down when my clutch and what they titties sucked, ice cream Yeah, your guts Chorus: 3/4ths Ice cold bitches melt down when in the clutch They want they titties sucked, ice cream One love to my chocolate deluxes, keep your nails done and your wigs tight, word up One love to my butter-pecan Ricans for calling me papi That's for real One love to caramel sundaes, with the cherries on top Yeah And big up to my french vanillas Parlez vous, francais, mi amor, merci, oui oui, bon bons and all that good stuff That good stuff