الأغاني:
Ice Cream Man Song

Max '95's I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June Any nigga want drama I kick up a sand dune Peace to my man Tune for giving his man room Now we

you think I'm just a rapper, bitch, ya got me fucked up I ain't no nigga to be chasin' no bitch, lickin' her toes Sharin' ice cream cones, so play like

a charmin' Flying like a bird like Nelly Furtado Shit, pop ya bottles toast and scream, ?Cheers!? Getcha two step ?cuz it's the record of the year Nigga that brought you Ice Creams

it was the fourth of July Saturday in the park I think, it was the fourth of July People dancing, people laughing A man selling ice cream Singing Italian songs

chopping you Bank robbers, blood jakes out with the obstacle Ropes hanging down from the roof, my parachute Soaking water, heat smoking, we scrape and we Pillage, man

every time I hear the radio its like every song make me think of you and me getting our Merry on like a cherry on top of cake and ice cream cheech to

the five dollar *** Uncle Greg rest in peace, he taught me how to chop That's why I love the hood and everything we got From the ice cream trucks to

wide smile (wild smell?) on the hot street Supper's over and the streets come alive The band plays our favorite songs Policeman, buy some ice cream Sounds

We'll get together and sing this song An anthem for all lost toys Now that we're all big boys We'll get together and sing this song We'll sing this song