Ice Cream Man Dru Down (Ft. Luniz)

[Intro]
Get your ice cream, ice cream
Not Ice-T, not Ice Cube, ice cream
Thangs, half thangs
QP's, zippers, whatever you need
Hard, soft, get your ice cream
Ice cream, Peruvian ice cream
Ice cream

[Verse 1 : Yukmouth]
Well, it's the ice cream man, bitch, don't you hear the music
I got the shit, fiends holla at me when they use it
I got shit sold, I pimp those broke ass nymphos
Got 'em suckin' dick in Pintos
I guarantee it's not a soda rock
You could bring cash money, food stamps, or we can swap
Stolen goods for a fat ass dum dum
I sweep the fiends off they feet like a broom
I rush to the spot when school's up
The dope fiends'll see me, and then they pass the other fools up
Niggas jealous ‘cause I got good crackola
While they shit is power packed with baking soda
Hop on the bandwagon. Why not?
When I’m gone, niggas claim they got the same shit I got
It's because I'm, like, takin’ the money and the power
It’s the lick because I cook my shit from powder
With a little bit of cut in it
All you got is a couple of bucks, go ‘head and spend it
It's all good but money ain't all good
‘Cause a raw deal will get your ass sent to Vacaville
My vic don't have no bucks wit’ ‘em
That bring these unknown niggas claimin’ that it’s they peoples
But I don’t fuck wit’ ‘em
Get up and steal me hella stereo components
To snatch it up before these other niggas get up on it
Wanna be fine and dandy with that candy on your hooter
Shoot a fiend somethin’ for a sack of Buddha
I got the bomb, muthafucka, peep
Niggas jump on they feet when they hear the music in the streets
Yes you can, yes you can can, yes you can
Rush to the van, so you can catch the ice cream man
Bitch, don't you hear the music