Sellin Ice Cream Lyrics by 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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