Sellin' Ice Cream Lyrics - Master P

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] 

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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 

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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 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