(feat. Mo B. Dick)



[Chorus: Mo B. Dick]



Just another day, sellin' ice cream in the bay 

and fools trying to get him for his pay 

But Master P don't play, it's all about money

Just another day, sellin' ice cream in the bay 

and fools trying to get him for his pay 

But Master P don't play, it's all about money



[Verse 1: Master P]



I'm in the southside with ghetto cheese, or should I say ice cream

72 oz's, players I mean 2 ki's

For all you niggas that smokes 

I got my homies with the gats posted by the liquor store 

Cause we ain't takin no shorts, in the 9 scrilla

Say what you want fool I guess I'm a drug dealer 

>From the southside of Richmond, California

Where niggas run through with gats all up on ya

You better break North or South, before we take you out

Ain't no love in this motherfuckin' crackhouse 

Lay down on the floor bitch break me off

Before you meet my little partner Mr.Sawed-off

I'm goin crazy, Indonesia

Blowin' up the brown sticky nigga bout to please you

With this ketchup, watch I'll wet ya

Ain't no gettin up cause your in a mess bro



[Chorus: Mo B. Dick]



Just another day, sellin' ice cream in the bay 

and fools trying to get him for his pay 

But Master P don't play, it's all about money

Just another day, sellin' ice cream in the bay 

and fools trying to get him for his pay 

But Master P don't play, it's all about money



[Verse 2]



Drop the top on the Regal, shot a desert eagle

candy cane switches thats how us G's roll

Hoo-ridin' to the lizzay

Seen Tina from the town layed her that's a dizzay

The side show was jumpin' (bumpin')

Oozin bikershorts and daisy dukes outside pumpin'

And niggas from Richmond rollin' hella deep

My little homies from Oakland got chased by the police

And these hoes wanna kick it 

I met a bitch from Frisco gave me her number on a traffic ticket

And tonight I'ma page her

My niggas talkin shit bout these hoes fade ya

When your ballin they jealous they hatin'

I guess they mad cause a nigga own gold daytons

And they bitches started lookin at me

Niggas I'm trigger happy, fuck it and my ass nappy

Get more hoes than freak show 

Ask your bitch, nigga she know

But ya'll can't fade us

Cause No Limit niggas come harder than the Raiders

I'll break you off a little left and feel it chump 

What you see motherfucker is what you saw

Cause ain't no stoppin' No Limit

TRU and Master P it's only the beginning 

And we in it to win it like a roitweiler

I won't stop fool I already made a million dollars

And I'm up and outtie on a comeback

Tryin' to get a fuckin' million in big stacks



[Chorus: Mo B. Dick]



Just another day sellin' ice cream in the bay 

and fools trying to get him for his pay 

But Master P don't play, it's all about money

Just another day sellin' ice cream in the bay 

and fools trying to get him for his pay 

But Master P don't play, it's all about money



[Mo B. Dick]



Just another day sellin' ice cream in the bay 

It ain't No Limit, It ain't No Limit

Just another day sellin' ice cream in the bay 

It ain't No Limit, It ain't No Limit



[Master P talking]



Say wassup to all y'all players out there

Ice cream is trickin' us

In case y'all wondering what ice cream is

It's anything that you can make profit off of

I mean get paid, scrilla, scratch, paper

that's ice cream 

anything you can make some dizzolars off of

ya heard me?, remember that players