This is a song about "French vanilla"

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Ice cream,chocolate or vanilla

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

She got a gentlefella - real vanilla but

You lyrics suck, thats why your at the bottom with vanilla ice

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Ice cream or vanilla,

So when ya see me nigga

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

We never meet in real life,cause i make you quit rapping like vanilla ice

Where my grimy figures at? look lively addressing the captain

For desert she have vanilla dannon from my yogurt cannon

You're gonna have to pardon my french, mr. englishman

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one