me It's like I'm awake but girl it feels like a dream Your blowin my mind I'm going crazy Let me be the ice and girl you be the cream [Bryan and Patrick
scheme Got the cream legally without the beam Witcha fire eye drive slow, 8-5-0 Jet black tint still, they might know Who the cat controllin the strings of rap and R&B
40 man!) Ya Capable (B-Legit!) Eh, here ye here ye (B-Legit!) All the pimps, playas an hustlas, get ya bread on mayne (B-Legit!) Ya Capable (E-40
so silly, smokin on a Philly, mix it up wit 40, bitch I know you hear the music, it's me B-Legit an the Ice Cream Man, in the land, we juss high
fuck you (Big: Yeah, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh!) Verse 5- (Notorious B.I.G.) I been had skills, Cristal spills Hide bills in Brazil, about a mil to ice
holdin down this flat Latin Kings do they things, ice pick for gats tryin to lay my garbody gats all on they back but never that.... yo..Q-B-C, 2-5
red coats are comin', fuck it, let 'em in The king of England woulda left us alone If he saw Jessica Simpson eat an ice cream cone Teeny bikinis, red
time Streets like gold mines, Beamers, X5 with chrome shine are foul, like shoot-outs in Al Capone's time I got dreams ya team never seen Mega cream,
on me, I'm loyal than a mount'lgee Shawty say, she f***with Grand Hustle b**** bounce with me Ice come from Tokyo, roll like the rolla poll 5 blunts
nobody no it, I work for it, so dat mean i got da right to roll twenties, And sag my jeans, da average gehtto childs dream, turnin some cream and rollin
blow Mark my words, I'm next to blow P to the I, I to the T, T to the B, B to the U Double the L, me, I'ma sell like ice cream in hell This for my peoples
5X) [Master P] And for all y'all motherfuckin niggaz that's rappin about niggaz on records Y'all hoes and hoes talk shit Niggaz know who the real fuckin Ice Cream
gone think twice, dying in this ghetto life Cause in the White House, politicians run the country But where I'm from in the ghetto's its bout drug money Ice cream
on the scale so y'all can feel dis Mo b. d put it on the back so y'all can peel dis Craig b whipped it up with some b 12s I slung it on the street to
bit a honey I'll be the ice cream But you can be the sprinkles on top First class to Six Flags Are you ready or not? Me and the whole b-ball team You
Got the cream legally without the beam Witcha fire eye drive slow, 8-5-0 Jet black tint still, they might know Who the cat controllin' the strings of rap and R&B
