Lyrics:
Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Master P
I got that 2 for 3 call me if you need some D
Me and my little brother Silkk we be ballin
Got this
a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this
so ready to get run up by incredible sex
I just wanna set up and get ate up caress your straight edible breasts
Do you hear me Loretta, sorry bout
Yeah, ballin' like Jordan (Jordan)
The bricks got me feelin' like Tony (feelin' like Tony)
If you got a lick put me on it (put me on it)
I wanna see my
Like the one where she got off and left me there to cry
I got a half-pint of whiskey and a quarter-tank of gas
While lines in the mirror just can't hide
York City to Blackstreet
What you know about me, not a motherfuckin' thing
Cartier wooded frames sported by my shorty
As for me, icy gleaming pinky
last ride
You see right through
Oh, you had me pegged the first time
You can't see the truth
But it's easier to justify
What's bad is good
And I
me one thing you won't do: settle
Give me one word for your chain: yellow
Pocket full of money, black cars; ghetto
Critics say I ain't in the game, A.I
lusted after white women, who embraced the teachings of a
half-pint Hindu, and
a Christ-hating Jew. This criminal Communist coon, they want a
national
day light
G-E-T-L-I-V-E alright
Trans-hypnotic robotic can't stop it
No limits to this style you know you can't lock it
First you mock it, rock it
(c'mon, see'mon) plat'
Yo Na Na so ill, first week out
Shipped a half a mil, niggas freaked out
She's all about sex, pard-on, check your facts
first back in they mother's womb
This shit is written, in my eyes I'm the illest MC spittin' (what?)
Leavin' all of you cats shittin' kittens
I gotta
to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date, I state
You know what you do to me
She starts off, "well I don't usually"
Then I, whipped it out, rubber no
the nights rolled by like headlights shining on a lonesome strip of tar
I kept his word of kindness close to me like a pick on my guitar
And we talked
they start losing pints
You can die by the gun or the knife
[Chorus: Havoc]
hey yo
Eh yo a nigga ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know
Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down.
I said yes sir my name is Willie Lee
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
Shot her down
you sound, the way you put it down
No way that I can fight it, I got my eye on you
You got me so excited, so what you gonna do'
I dig deep like
[Intro]
Want to be your man, please, tell you why
(I know what y'all thinking)
Doop doop doop doop doop doop
(First he can't be my man, now he
just dust and bones
I guess it's you and me
Stumbling to the twenty-first century
My mind's half gone, but I don't care
Ain't thinking ahead; I'm
a hooligan
I know you ain't clutching for nothing
Lil nigga use it then
I just have ménages à trois
Just me and two women turnt up
Fucking all night i got that
believe that I've found
A desire for true love, floating around
Inside my soul because my soul is cold
One half of me deserves to be this way 'til I'm
advice and when he can't say shit
My hatred is fueled just give me a sign
And I let the world know that the city is mine, what?
You belong to the city
scarf from that very first week
'Cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me
You can't get rid of it
'Cause you remember it all too well, yeah
the niggas down for me
I got 2 words for you, love and loyalty
It was me and my nigga, trippin' on a half a B
When we used to hit a mall and buy everything
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