Sellin' Ice Cream Lyrics
| Song | Sellin' Ice Cream |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Album | Ice Cream Man |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Master P, Mo B. Dick | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Master P, Mo B. Dick | |
| 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. sawedoff | |
| 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 | |
| Hooridin' 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 |
| zuò cí : Master P, Mo B. Dick | |
| 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. sawedoff | |
| 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 | |
| Hooridin' 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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