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Master P - Sellin' Ice Cream lyrics
Chorus: [Mo B. Dick] Just another day, sellin' ice cream in the bay and fools trying to get him for his pay But Master P don't play, it's all about money Just another day, sellin' ice cream in the bay and fools trying to get him for his pay But Master P don't play, it's all about money Verse 1: [Master P] I'm in the southside with ghetto cheese, or should I say ice cream 72 oz's, players I mean 2 ki's For all you niggas that smokes I got my homies with the gats posted by the liquor store Cause we ain't takin no shorts, in the 9 scrilla Say what you want fool I guess I'm a drug dealer >From the southside of Richmond, California Where niggas run through with gats all up on ya You better break North or South, before we take you out Ain't no love in this motherfuckin' crackhouse Lay down on the floor bitch break me off Before you meet my little partner Mr.Sawed-off I'm goin crazy, Indonesia Blowin' up the brown sticky nigga bout to please you With this ketchup, watch I'll wet ya Ain't no gettin up cause your in a mess bro Chorus: [Mo B. Dick] Just another day, sellin' ice cream in the bay and fools trying to get him for his pay But Master P don't play, it's all about money Just another day, sellin' ice cream in the bay and fools trying to get him for his pay But Master P don't play, it's all about money [Verse 2] Drop the top on the Regal, shot a desert eagle candy cane switches thats how us G's roll Hoo-ridin' to the lizzay Seen Tina from the town layed her that's a dizzay The side show was jumpin' (bumpin') Oozin bikershorts and daisy dukes outside pumpin' And niggas from Richmond rollin' hella deep My little homies from Oakland got chased by the police And these hoes wanna kick it I met a bitch from Frisco gave me her number on a traffic ticket And tonight I'ma page her My niggas talkin shit bout these hoes fade ya When your ballin they jealous they hatin' I guess they mad cause a nigga own gold daytons And they bitches started lookin at me Niggas I'm trigger happy, fuck it and my ass nappy Get more hoes than freak show Ask your bitch, nigga she know But ya'll can't fade us Cause No Limit niggas come harder than the Raiders I'll break you off a little left and feel it chump What you see motherfucker is what you saw Cause ain't no stoppin' No Limit TRU and Master P it's only the beginning And we in it to win it like a roitweiler I won't stop fool I already made a million dollars And I'm up and outtie on a comeback Tryin' to get a fuckin' million in big stacks Chorus: [Mo B. Dick] Just another day sellin' ice cream in the bay and fools trying to get him for his pay But Master P don't play, it's all about money Just another day sellin' ice cream in the bay and fools trying to get him for his pay But Master P don't play, it's all about money [Mo B. Dick] Just another day sellin' ice cream in the bay It ain't No Limit, It ain't No Limit Just another day sellin' ice cream in the bay It ain't No Limit, It ain't No Limit [Master P talking] Say wassup to all y'all players out there Ice cream is trickin' us In case y'all wondering what ice cream is It's anything that you can make profit off of I mean get paid, scrilla, scratch, paper that's ice cream anything you can make some dizzolars off of ya heard me?, remember that players |
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