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 y'all 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