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Dru Down - Ice Cream Man lyrics
Man I'm outa cream Get your ice cream, ice cream Not Ice-T not Ice Cube, ice cream Thangs have thangs Q P's, zippers what ever you need Hard, soft get your ice cream Ice cream Ice cream Well its the ice cream bitch don't you hear the music I got the shit fiends want, holla at me when they use it I got shit sold, I pimp those broke ass nymphoes Got them sukin dick in pintos I guarantee its not a soda rock You can bring cash money foo Stamp so we can swap Stolen goods for a fat ass dum dum I sweep the things from they feet with a broom I rush to the spot where schools of the dope fiends have seen And they pass other fools up Nigga jealous cause I got good crack cola While their shit is packed with baking soda I'm on the bandwagon why not Niggaz sayin they got the same shit I got Its because I'm takin the money Cause I got my shit from bounty 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 aint all good Cause a raw deal will get your ass at the Wackerweel My niggaz don't have any bucks wit em Cause of that I don't fuck wit em I don't fuck with them homies Cause some of them don't know me When they tell me what the deally For a sack of buddha A got that motherfuckin thing Niggaz jump to they feet When they hear the music in the street Get your can get your can can get your can Rush to the van so you can catch the ice cream man Bitch don't you hear the music Well it's the Coca Cola man bitch Can't beat the feelin One the real thing yeah you know I got green So come on huddle Give me ten or twenty dollarz So I can give you rocks or do you want powder What ever you get I bet it's the shit Niggaz know I ripped this shit Up to the fullest It keep the dope fiends comin and comin Now they runnin Up to a niggaz spot Its making me hot I'm about to go sit I'm goin crazy wit this shit I'm grindin I'm sleeepin trough the night I'm watching tricky treats Cause they might beat me Ugh, I look out my window with my glock God damn damn I see holes in my van Checkin them niggaz on a corner You ponk ass niggaz That's why I'm in the house with tha Cola And some cash stacked to the top I got more money fool that will make me plock plock No hesitation and no fear My observation is to make a milli year Yeah, and them some daddy will let me his doughtier I'm bothered by this square nigga Well I'm a work a 25 and you can keep that Hand me a half sack so I can fill that Nigga I'm a ride long and super fat jack Cause I'm a dope dealer motherfuckin cream seller People ask who I am Tell them tha Cola Man I need to chop up some cream Cause the sunshine is bright as fuck Knocks blowin up my shit Cause they missed the ice cream truck Cut up a half and rushed the post UUU shit, but they don't sweat me cause I look like a school kid But still I'm watching my back Cause they will gaffle, pressin my lucks Slangin right by the hill castle I got that cream and niggaz get jealous But I don't play that I got my gap hittin it in the cut My bundle hittin of quick Shit, I got glamour Takin the glock from niggaz with arm and hammer Come hear take this glock I'm sure the nigga will love it Bring my money up I'm on alert when I work But they forever try to get me Cause I got my kids posted up wit me That's what I got, I run in the spot, because I advertise Plus I got the humongous rocks, soda for blocks Nigga I got more locks then Goldilocks It's time to make my rounds black The cops are getting hopeful I sense they jacked so I get mobile I got two pop cicles and a cookie left Shucks, I got myself nine bucks Cause I give no credit, and I mean that You wont see that nigga until next month And when he come to spend For himself, but he be claming that he comin for somebody else I had to let him underdstand It's soooo haaaard tooo saayyy gooood byyyee to the ice cream man |
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