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 n***as 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 n***as 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 motherf**in' crackhouse Lay down on the floor b**h break me off Before you meet my little partner mr.sawed-off I'm goin crazy, indonesia Blowin' up the brown sticky n***a 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 n***as from richmond rollin' hella deep My little homies from oakland got chased by the police And these hoes wanna kick it I met a b**h from frisco gave me her number on a traffic ticket And tonight i'ma page her My n***as talkin sh** bout these hoes fade ya When your ballin they jealous they hatin' I guess they mad cause a n***a own gold daytons And they b**hes started lookin at me n***as i'm trigger happy, f** it and my a** nappy Get more hoes than freak show Ask your b**h, n***a she know But ya'll can't fade us Cause no limit n***as come harder than the raiders I'll break you off a little left and feel it chump What you see motherf**er 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 f**in' 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 wa**up 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