Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sellin' Ice Cream, artist - Master P. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
Sellin' Ice Cream |
| 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: |
| 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: |
| 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 |
| 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: |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |