Mr. Ice Cream Man Master P (Ft. Silkk the Shocker)

[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