Mr. Ice Cream Man

[Intro: Master P]

Ice Cream Man

Yeah

Mr. Ice Cream Man

Ugh (Ugh), Mr. Ice Cream Man

[Pre-Chorus: Mia X]

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

[Chorus: Mo. B Dick & Master P]

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)

[Verse 1: Master P]

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

[Pre-Chorus: Mia X & Master P]

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

[Chorus: Mo. B Dick & Master P]

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)

[Verse 2: Master P]

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. I-C-E M-A-N is on the scene

You better have my fetti if you don't have my cream

[Chorus: Mo. B Dick & Master P]

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)

[Post-Chorus: Mia X]

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

[Verse 3: Silkk the Shocker & Master P]

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

[Pre-Chorus: Mia X & Master P]

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)

[Chorus: Mo. B Dick & Master P]

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)

[Outro: Master P]

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