Testo Ice Cream Man - Dru Down
Testo della canzone Ice Cream Man (Dru Down), tratta dall'album Explicit Game
Men, get your ice cream, ice cream, not ice tune, not ice cube ice cream
Thanks, half thanks, cube P, Shepherd whatever you need
All soft get your Ice cream, ice cream, Caribbean ice cream, ice cream
Well, it's the ice cream man, bitch, don't you hear the music?
I got the shit, fiends holler at me when they use it
I got shitzo, I pimp those broke ass nymphos
Got 'em suckin' dick in Pintos
I guarantee it's not a soda rock
You can bring cash money, food stamps, or we can swap
Stolen goods for a fat ass doom doom
I sweep the fiends off they feet like a broom
I rush to the spot where schools of the dope fiends'll see me
And then they pass the other fools up
Niggas jealous 'cause I got good crackola
While they shit is power packed with baking soda
I'm on the bandwagon, why not?
When I'm gone niggas claim they got the same shit that I got
Bitch, because I'm like, taking the money and the power
It's the Rick because I cook my shit from powder
Put 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 ain't all good
'Cause a wrong deal, will get your ass sent to Vacaville
Where fiends don't have no bucks with 'em
They bring these unknown niggas claimin' that it's they peoples
But I don't fuck with 'em
Get up and sell me hella stereo components
Then snatch it up before these other niggas get up on it
Won't it be fine and dandy with the candy on your hoota?
Shoot a fiend so fat for a sack of buddha
I got the bomb motherfuckin' beat
Niggas jump on they feet when they hear the music in the streets
Yes, you can, yes you can, can; yes, you 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'
Or the real thing, yeah you know I got cream
So come on, a huddle, give me ten to twenty
Dollars, so I can give you rocks or do you want powder?
Whatever you get, I betcha it's the shit
Niggas that know I whip this shit, until the fullest
It keeps the dope fiends comin' and comin' now they're runnin'
Up to a nigga's spot, it's makin' me hot
I'm 'bout to go sick, I mean crazy with this shit
I'm grindin', I'm slangin' through the night
I'm watchin' tweakers tweak because they need a P-A-P-E, uh
I dip the fuck from here and split on my block
I'm 'bout to open my window and unload my motherfuckin' Glock
Wham, jam, I see the Task jump out the van
Wham, jam, I see the Task jump out the van
You punk ass roller
That's why I'm in the house under with the cola
And some cash stacked to the top
I got my money counter and trapper fool step to get popped, popped
No hesitation and no fear
My observation is to make a mil' a year, yeah
And then maybe some daddy will let me date his daughter
Or would he want a square nigga? (Hey man, can I take your order?)
Hand me a crack sack and watch me make a big gat
Nigga I'ma ride long and super fat, jack
'Cause I'm a dope dealer, a motherfuckin' cream seller
People ask who I am, tell 'em the cola man, yeah
You got that cola man, hey man, what's up? You got some rocks, man
No body got that rock to disperse, hey
I need to chop up some cream, the sun shinin' bright as fuck
They done missed the ice cream truck
Cut up a half and rush the post (ooh shit!)
Gosh they done swept me 'cause I looked like a school kid
But still I'm watchin' my knocks 'cause they will gaffle
Pressin' my luck, slangin' right by the Hill Castle
I got the cream and niggas are gettin' jealous but
I don't play that, I got my gat hidden in the cut
My bundle's gettin' off quick, shit, I got the blammer
(Hey, ho)
Come here, take this dub
Go serve that nigga love and bring my money here
I'm on alert when I work, but they forever tryin' to get me
That's why I got my bitch posted up with me
(Ayo yo yo man, do you got a fat dub rock?)
Why, that's what I got
I'm runnin' the spot because I have a tie
Nigga I got more knocks than Goldilocks
It's time to make my rounds black, the cops are gettin' hopeful
I sense a jack so I get mobile
I got two popsicles and a cookie left
Shucks, and a buck that I'ma sell for nine bucks
'Cause I don't give no credit, and I mean none
You won't see that nigga again 'til next month
But he be claimin' that he comin' for somebody else
I had to let him understand
It's so hard, to say goodbye, to the ice cream man
Hi man what's up, why do live disperse, I need something to bad rock men!
Yeah men, I got the, yeah, come here, we're on a party, we're on the party
Got back 200 dollars, yeah, let's go
Credits
Writer(s): George Clinton, Garry Shider, Danyle Robinson, Jerold Ellis, Garrick Husbands, Cardell Mosson
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