Текст песни Master P f Silkk the Shocker - Ice Cream Man
Master P f Silkk the Shocker - Ice Cream Man слова песни
Silkk-Wassup fool?Silkk-We gonna do this like real muthafuckin` g`s.Silkk-Time to take two in your fuckin` backMaster P-Young Silkk the shocker in this bitchMaster P-Bout that dramaMaster P-No Limit[Silkk]Niggas must wanna fuckin` die bitchTalkin` that muthafuckin` shitI run with TRUI gives a fuck about who you run withBitch, we run this shitNigga it be No Limit for lifeAcross my stomachRunnin` is a bitch for the simple fact that I got drug moneyGot it for fifteen g`s or moreI ain`t stretchen out upon the floorI want that cash in that bagThen Im`a dashI want that cash, and that dopeIt ain`t no luv in this bitchI got a slug for a trickIt`s `95 my nigga, but I be livin` large and richGotta break `em off the plasticHave them face down closed casketYou niggas should never start that shit with a semi-automaticStuff them niggas, freeze, show em my degreesI want them keys up in the lexus, bloody trail but police can`t catch meNigga wassup? (Murder)FoolGettin` high up off that indoNiggas gettin` high `n rich and bend lowCock with a glockPop once to them lowNigga fade meThink I`m crazy?Nigga, I do this shit dailyI`m bout that drama[Master P chorus]I`m bout that drama, I`m bout that dramaNo Limit niggas ready to killWe bout that dramaWe bout that drama bitchNo Limit niggas are bout that dramaThat dramadramaWe bout that dramaGivin` niggas one way tickets to the bahamas[Silkk]Bitch I been about that dramaNigga, this shit ain`t gon` fuckin` stopMy bullets ain`t got no nameand plus my trigga ain`t gots no heartFreezeYou niggas better duckI`m quick as fuckNigga I`m rollin` in this fuckin` cutlassI gives a fuck bitchNigga I falls for that bitch and ducks thisnigga don`t need to run thoughCuz I`m knockin` everything up off the front porchWith this gat 1-1-0Nigga watch straight street sweeperWatchin` the blockand the glock cockNigga, boz with that shot your domeIt be known I`m from the southsideBitch you thought wrong,I stick and move with this pistol gripI see you bleedin` tryna` get to the phoneCall 9-1-1But to late, you caught up in a 1-8-7Stretched out on the stretcherCan`t catch me bitch I`m to smoothBullets to the dome, and I`m on and coolHow you gon` catch me when the police ain`t got no evidenceI representI bet you I get dead presidentsBefore I die I`m bust more flyFor `97 P and Silkk gon` sell a billion.*Master P chorus and talking*