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MASTER P( Percy Robert Miller )
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Sellin' Ice Cream
Lyricist:Percy Miller, Raymond Emile Poole
Just another day, sellin' ice cream in the bay An' 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 An' fools trying to get him for his pay But Master P don't play, it's all about money
I'm in the south side 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 south side of Richmond, California Where niggas run through with gats all up on ya
You better break North, South 'fore we take you out Ain't no love in this motherfuckin' crack house Lay down on the floor bitch break me off 'Fore 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
'Cause it's just another day, sellin' ice cream in the bay An' 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 An' fools trying to get him for his pay But Master P don't play, it's all about money
Drop the top on the Regal, shot a desert's eagle Candy cane switches that's how us G's roll Hoo-ridin' to the lizzay Seen Tina, from the town laid her on that's a dizzy But the side show was jumpin', bumpin' Oozin' biker shorts 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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I met a bitch from Frisco gave me her number on a traffic ticket And tonight I'ma page her My niggas talkin' shit but these hoes get fade ya When your ballin' they jealous, they hatin' I guess they mad 'cause a nigga own gold day tons And they bitches started lookin' at 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 rottweiler 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
'Cause it's just another day sellin' ice cream in the bay An' 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 An' 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 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
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 a profit of I mean get paid, scrilla, scratch, paper That's ice cream Anything you can make some dizzolars of Ya heard me? Remember that players
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