| Saturday noon, with nothing to do
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| I hear his simple song 'til the children catch him on the corner
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| Watching kids crowd, gather around his ivory colored car
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| And the ice cream man is gone
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| Yeah, I’m the ice cream man
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| Everything is for sale, the product there ain’t for touchin' homie
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| This isn’t braille
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| It’s only a couple flavors if you need some tree
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| I got 2 for 3, money, if you need some D
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| You hear that song, pull up, we sellin' on the corner
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| And don’t mind the smell little homie, that’s ammonia
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| Oh that? |
| That’s a special flavor, comes from out Slavonia
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| The red tops cherry heads 'cause they look like begonia
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| The task force there, give me money then you go
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| 'Cause this judge is trying to give a brother 20 for an O
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| I got the plug but it’s still a large fee
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| So why the fuck I charge you what he charge me
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| Back of the line little motherfucker, 'cause you stressing me
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| How you gonna ask a master chef for his recipe?
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| And don’t ask me what I do with the stash
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| 'Cause the smallest bit of candy get you 2 and a half
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| Saturday noon, with nothing to do
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| I hear his simple song 'til the children catch him on the corner
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| Watching kids crowd, gather around his ivory colored car
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| And the ice cream man is gone
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| Yeah, I’m the ice cream man
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| I’m connected for the re-up
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| But you gonna have to pay it after it’s over like a prenup
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| We got the streetsweepers for the clean up
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| There’s crema in the ice cream truck to cook the D up
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| The ice cream man kind of gully but he’s smart
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| And cookin' what he’s cookin', that’s a culinary art
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| If you hang around my truck you need to buy something
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| Why you always hang around my truck and you don’t buy nothin'
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| I ain’t trying to hurt nobody, I just want my dollar
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| You lovin' these bitches homie, I just love my guala
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| My partner in the back cookin' the base
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| You hear that song homie, you should see the look on their face
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| This young boy always asking, «Why you packed the 50?!»
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| 'Cause motherfuckers plottin' and these bitches act
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| Being the ice cream man is stressful, it’s true
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| But I wouldn’t be in business if it wasn’t for you
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| Saturday noon, with nothing to do
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| I hear his simple song 'til the children catch him on the corner
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| Watching kids crowd, gather around his ivory colored car
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| And the ice cream man is gone |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sundae Bloody Sundae, artist - Vinnie Paz. Album song The Pain Collector, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп