Master P, Silkk the Shocker - Mr. Ice Cream Man lyrics

Ice Cream Man yeah mr ice Cream Man
Ugh (Ugh) , Mr ice Cream Man

Before you jump in the game
Let's get one thing understood
If you're sellin' that ice cream
You gots to make sure it's good

Mr ice Cream Man (Mr ice Cream Man)
Mr ice Cream Man (Mr ice Cream Man)
Mr ice Cream Man (Mr ice Cream Man)
Mr ice Cream Man
(Mr ice Cream Man, ugh, haha)

Hit the block dressed in white
With some baggy Girbauds
A pocket full of stones
Three Gs and tryna lose these hoes
And the task comin' sick 'cause it's
The first of the month
Fiends on my pager like I'm tryna
Take these fools to lunch
Goin' crazy and ghetto's tryna kill me
My little homie's lost his life
Y'all fools feel me i pack up heat
'cause I'm paranoid at night time
Brothas be pullin' jacks
I'm in the hood bustin' gangsta rhymes
And still gotta watch my back in the hood, G
Like Spice 1 say
These fools livin' like the movies
Little kids get 'bout it
I mean my hood is rowdy
I'm tryna make a dollar out fifteen
Cent before I'm up and outtie

Before you jump in the game (Ugh)
Let's get one thing understood
If you're sellin' that ice cream
You gots to make sure it's good

Mr ice Cream Man (Mr ice Cream Man)
Mr ice Cream Man (Mr ice Cream Man)
Mr ice Cream Man (Mr ice Cream Man)
Mr ice Cream Man (Mr ice Cream Man)

Mr ice Cream Man, or call me Master P
I got it two-for-three
Call me if you need some D
Me and my little brother Silkk, we be ballin'
Got this thang sewed up from
Texas to New Orleans
And 'cross the West Coast
Where fools get wicked
I'm in the game hella deep tryna
To score a meal ticket
Breakin' fiends off boulders, I mean A-1 soda
Duckin' the task and tryna
Hide from the rollers
And hangin' with TRU soldiers, my TRU clique
We true to this true to the G-A-M-E, fool
We ain't new to this
In the hood I got ice cream cones
And if you fiends want a
Lick, nothin' for free
That's gon' cost you twenty bones
For y'all ballers that want weight
Call me on the pager
I got half gallons of milk, fool
I got thirty-one flavors
Mr iC-E M-A-N is on the scene
You better have my fetti if
You don't have my cream

Mr ice Cream Man (Mr ice Cream Man)
Mr ice Cream Man (Mr ice Cream Man, ugh)
Mr ice Cream Man (Mr ice Cream Man)
Mr ice Cream Man (Mr ice Cream Man)

Before you jump in the game
Let's get one thing understood
If you're sellin' that ice cream
You gots to make sure it's good

Now let's see who owes me cash
I gots to go to the grinds and get mine
Fools be tryna check it, wreck it
But it's 'bout that time
So who owe me? Pay me
Now, don't pay me later, crooked alligators
Tryna scheme off the top
But they be like playa haters
I gots 'em two-for-three, four-for-five
Gots them rock
But killers, I got two-for-three
Four-for-fives on MACs and Glocks
You can come and checks my grip
You can come and checks this
But I'm on them triple gold
In the nine-skrilla Lexus
Master P in the 500 SEL with a triple beam
You scream, I scream
But them fiends screamin' for ice cream

Before you jump in the game (Ugh)
Let's get one thing understood
If you're sellin' that ice cream
You gots to make sure it's good
(Better make sure it's good, player)

Mr ice Cream Man (Mr ice Cream Man)
He's the Ice Cream Man (Mr ice Cream Man)
Mr ice Cream Man (Mr ice Cream Man)
Master P's the Ice Cream Man (yeah)

Y'all fools betta recognize
I'm the real Ice Cream Man
I'm the Ice Cream Man, Mr ice Cream Man
(Ugh, ugh, ugh)
Master P, or call me the Ice Cream Man