No Bones in Ice Cream

[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 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 take shit 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 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, but 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

[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