Intro Songtext
von Master P
Intro Songtext
The Ice Cream Man
The Ice Cream Man
Mr. Ice Cream Man
The Ice Cream Man
Master P, Mary Nickle
It′s time to blow on your swisher sweet, get high
Cause it's time to roll
I′m a take y'all on an adventure
And if you bout it, you gone last through this Ice Cream Man album
Cause I got 31 flavors
Niggas kickin gangsta shit, positive shit, flippin shit
Tongue twisting, slow gangsta shit
But it's all real, real is all reality
And if you real, you gone feel this shit
But if you a busta, you gone be hip-hoppin it out
Cause we got straight A-1 soda for the non-skrilla
I mean, the non-skrillers, they get up, we take over
The underdogs, the cream rise to the top, ya heard?
Yeah, like this
A lotta niggas take this rap shit for
A muthafuckin game, think it′s a joke
This ain′t no joke, this the way I make my money
This the way a lotta other niggas make their money
This the way the white man make his money, if he own you
I mean, if he run your company
But ain't nobody running me
Cause No Limit, black owned, independent
And we running this shit
So I can talk about what the fuck I wanna talk about, ya heard?
Niggas wanna jump into this rap game cause they think this shit a game
Think they can rap, it ain′t about rap
It's about how you organize your shit
And how you get your shit together
This rap game is just like the dope game, know what I′m sayin?
Niggas dying, like my little nigga Mr. Cee from RBL
Rest in peace, fool
Niggas getting shot, like 2Pac
Niggas banging, fuck
It's an East/West coast thing, know what I′m sayin?
Niggas might as well be fuckin turf war and all that type of shit
You got niggas trippin, niggas hatin
But you know what?
In the end, the cream do rise to the top
That's why No Limit can't be stopped
And we soldiers, soldiers
My nigga King George is no longer with the crew
We still got love for him
But for the haters out there
Y′all can′t fuck with us
For y'all niggas that think I owe y′all something, haha
Niggas stop tweakin, cause dope fiends bang, ya heard?
If you was a real man, you'd be a player, you′d have your own shit
Remember that
But anyway, haha, just light your joints, and let's get high
Cause you got to be high to listen to this Ice Cream Man shit
Ice Cream Man
The Ice Cream Man
Mr. Ice Cream Man
The Ice Cream Man
Master P, Mary Nickle
It′s time to blow on your swisher sweet, get high
Cause it's time to roll
I′m a take y'all on an adventure
And if you bout it, you gone last through this Ice Cream Man album
Cause I got 31 flavors
Niggas kickin gangsta shit, positive shit, flippin shit
Tongue twisting, slow gangsta shit
But it's all real, real is all reality
And if you real, you gone feel this shit
But if you a busta, you gone be hip-hoppin it out
Cause we got straight A-1 soda for the non-skrilla
I mean, the non-skrillers, they get up, we take over
The underdogs, the cream rise to the top, ya heard?
Yeah, like this
A lotta niggas take this rap shit for
A muthafuckin game, think it′s a joke
This ain′t no joke, this the way I make my money
This the way a lotta other niggas make their money
This the way the white man make his money, if he own you
I mean, if he run your company
But ain't nobody running me
Cause No Limit, black owned, independent
And we running this shit
So I can talk about what the fuck I wanna talk about, ya heard?
Niggas wanna jump into this rap game cause they think this shit a game
Think they can rap, it ain′t about rap
It's about how you organize your shit
And how you get your shit together
This rap game is just like the dope game, know what I′m sayin?
Niggas dying, like my little nigga Mr. Cee from RBL
Rest in peace, fool
Niggas getting shot, like 2Pac
Niggas banging, fuck
It's an East/West coast thing, know what I′m sayin?
Niggas might as well be fuckin turf war and all that type of shit
You got niggas trippin, niggas hatin
But you know what?
In the end, the cream do rise to the top
That's why No Limit can't be stopped
And we soldiers, soldiers
My nigga King George is no longer with the crew
We still got love for him
But for the haters out there
Y′all can′t fuck with us
For y'all niggas that think I owe y′all something, haha
Niggas stop tweakin, cause dope fiends bang, ya heard?
If you was a real man, you'd be a player, you′d have your own shit
Remember that
But anyway, haha, just light your joints, and let's get high
Cause you got to be high to listen to this Ice Cream Man shit
Ice Cream Man
Writer(s): Craig Stephen Lawson, P. Miller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
