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Master P - Sellin' Ice Cream
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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 dont play, its all about money Just another day, sellin ice cream in the bay And fools trying to get him for his pay But master p dont play, its all about money Verse 1: [master p] Im in the southside with ghetto cheese, or should I say ice cream 72 ozs, players I mean 2 kis For all you niggas that smokes I got my homies with the gats posted by the liquor store Cause we aint takin no shorts, in the 9 scrilla Say what you want fool I guess Im 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 Aint no love in this motherfuckin crackhouse Lay down on the floor bitch break me off Before you meet my little partner mr.sawed-off Im goin crazy, indonesia Blowin up the brown sticky nigga bout to please you With this ketchup, watch Ill wet ya Aint 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 dont play, its all about money Just another day, sellin ice cream in the bay And fools trying to get him for his pay But master p dont play, its all about money [verse 2] Drop the top on the regal, shot a desert eagle Candy cane switches thats how us gs roll Hoo-ridin to the lizzay Seen tina from the town layed her thats 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 ima 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 Im trigger happy, fuck it and my ass nappy Get more hoes than freak show Ask your bitch, nigga she know But yall cant fade us Cause no limit niggas come harder than the raiders Ill break you off a little left and feel it chump What you see motherfucker is what you saw Cause aint no stoppin no limit Tru and master p its only the beginning And we in it to win it like a roitweiler I wont stop fool I already made a million dollars And Im 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 dont play, its all about money Just another day sellin ice cream in the bay And fools trying to get him for his pay But master p dont play, its all about money [mo b. dick] Just another day sellin ice cream in the bay It aint no limit, it aint no limit Just another day sellin ice cream in the bay It aint no limit, it aint no limit [master p talking] Say wassup to all yall players out there Ice cream is trickin us In case yall wondering what ice cream is Its anything that you can make profit off of I mean get paid, scrilla, scratch, paper Thats ice cream Anything you can make some dizzolars off of Ya heard me? , remember that players
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