Текст песни Master P f Mo B. Dick - Sellin` Ice Cream
Master P f Mo B. Dick - Sellin` Ice Cream слова песни
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 moneyJust 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 moneyVerse 1: [Master P]I`m in the southside with ghetto cheese, or should I say ice cream72 oz`s, players I mean 2 ki`sFor 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 scrillaSay what you want fool I guess I`m a drug dealer >From the southside of Richmond, CaliforniaWhere niggas run through with gats all up on yaYou better break North or South, before we take you outAin`t no love in this motherfuckin` crackhouse Lay down on the floor bitch break me offBefore you meet my little partner Mr.Sawed-offI`m goin crazy, IndonesiaBlowin` up the brown sticky nigga bout to please youWith this ketchup, watch I`ll wet yaAin`t no gettin up cause your in a mess broChorus: [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 moneyJust 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 eaglecandy cane switches thats how us G`s rollHoo-ridin` to the lizzaySeen Tina from the town layed her that`s a dizzayThe side show was jumpin` (bumpin`)Oozin bikershorts and daisy dukes outside pumpin`And niggas from Richmond rollin` hella deepMy little homies from Oakland got chased by the policeAnd these hoes wanna kick it I met a bitch from Frisco gave me her number on a traffic ticketAnd tonight I`ma page herMy niggas talkin shit bout these hoes fade yaWhen your ballin they jealous they hatin`I guess they mad cause a nigga own gold daytonsAnd they bitches started lookin at meNiggas I`m trigger happy, fuck it and my ass nappyGet more hoes than freak show Ask your bitch, nigga she knowBut ya`ll can`t fade usCause No Limit niggas come harder than the RaidersI`ll break you off a little left and feel it chump What you see motherfucker is what you sawCause ain`t no stoppin` No LimitTRU and Master P it`s only the beginning And we in it to win it like a roitweilerI won`t stop fool I already made a million dollarsAnd I`m up and outtie on a comebackTryin` to get a fuckin` million in big stacksChorus: [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 moneyJust 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 LimitJust 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 thereIce cream is trickin` usIn case y`all wondering what ice cream isIt`s anything that you can make profit off ofI mean get paid, scrilla, scratch, paperthat`s ice cream anything you can make some dizzolars off ofya heard me?, remember that players