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]
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 insane
cast your shadows like dreams and whispers
and i can see your breath
the sun is on the sea, oh