Tonalité : C minor•
Verse 1
Cm
Man, I'm outta cream, man
Get your ice cream, ice cream
Not Ice- T not Ice Cube, ice cream
Thangs, half thangs
QP's, zippers, what ever you need
Hard, soft, get your ice cream
Ice cream
Peruvian ice cream
Ice cream
Verse 2
Cm
Well, it's the ice cream man, bitch,
Ab
don't you hear the music
Cm
Fm
I got the shit,
Cm
fiends holla at me when they use it
Fm
Cm
I got shit sold,
Ab
I pimp those broke ass nymphos
Cm
Ab
Got 'em suckin' dick in Pintos
Fm
Ab
Cm
I guarantee it's not a soda rock
Bbm
Cm
You could bring cash money,
food stamps, or we can swap
Stolen goods for a fat ass
dum dum
I sweep the fiends off
they feet like a broom
I rush to the spot when school's up
The dope fiends'll see me,
and then they pass the other fools up
Fm
Cm
Niggas jealous 'cause
Bb
Cm
I got good crackola
While they shit is power
packed with baking soda
Fm
Cm
Hop on the bandwagon, why not?
When I'm gone,
niggas claim they got the same shit that I got
Fm
Cm
It's because I'm, like,
takin' the money and the power
It's the lick because I cook my
shit from powder
With 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 raw deal will get
Fm
your ass sent to Vacaville
Cm
My vic don't have no bucks
wit' 'em
That bring these unknown niggas claimin'
that it's they peoples
But I don't fuck wit' 'em
Get up and steal me hella
stereo components
To snatch it up before these
other niggas get up on it
F
Cm
Wanna be fine and dandy with that
candy on your hooter
Shoot a fiend somethin'
for a sack of Buddha
Fm
I got the bomb, mothafucka, peep
Cm
Niggas jump on they feet when they
Fm
hear the music in the streets
Cm
Bbm
Yes you can, yes you can can,
Cm
yes you can
Bbm
Eb
Rush to the van,
Cm
Ab
so you can catch the ice cream man
Bitch, don't you hear the
music?
Fm
Cm
Verse 3
Fm
Cm
Bbm
Cm
Hahaha, yeah, huh
Fm
Cm
Well, it's the Coca Cola man, bitch
Can't beat the feeling
Or the real thing,
yeah, you know I got cream
So come on, a huddle,
give me ten or twenty
Dollars, so I can give you rocks
or do you want powder?
Whatever you get,
I bet you it's the shit
Niggas who know I whip
this shit to 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 about to go sick, I mean,
crazy with this shit
I'm grindin',
I'm slangin' through the night
Fm
Cm
I'm watchin' tweakers tweak because
they need a P- I- P- E, ugh
Get the fuck from in front of my spot
Fm
Cm
I'm 'bout to open my window and unload
my motherfuckin' Glock
Blaow, damn,
I see the Task jump out the van
Fm
Cm
Bbm
Jackin' niggas slangin' on the corner,
Cm
you punk ass rollers
That's why I'm in the house
under with the cola
Fm
And some cash stacked to the top
Cm
I got my money counter and chop
Fm
a fool who steps to get pop pop
Cm
Fm
No hesitation and no fear
Cm
My observation is to make
Fm
Cm
a mill' a year, yeah
And then maybe some daddy
Fm
will let me date his daughter
Cm
Or would he want a square nigga?
(Hi, may I take your order?)
But I'm not with four- twenty-
five and you can keep that
Hand me a crack sack and watch me
make a big gap
Nigga, I'ma ride long and super fat,
jack
'Cause I'm a dope dealer,
a motherfuckin' cream seller
People ask who I am
Fm
Cm
Tell 'em the Cola Man
Verse 4
Cm
Yeah Who got that cola,
man?
Fm
Ayy, man, wassup, man?
You got some rocks, man?
Who- nobody got no rocks in the spot
Cm
Ayy, I need a hit please
Verse 5
Cm
I need to chop up some cream
Fm
The sun shinin' bright as fuck
Cm
Ab
Fm
Knocks are blowin' up my shit 'cause
Eb
Fm
they done missed the ice cream truck
Cut up a half and rush to post
Ab
E
B
F#
(o h shit)
Fm
E
Cops, they don't sweat me
Fm
E
Fm
Cm
'cause I look like a school kid
Fm
But still I'm watchin' my knocks 'cause
Cm
Ab
Cm
they will gaffle
Pressin' my luck slangin'
E
Fm
right by the Hill Castle
F#
Fm
Cm
Fm
I got the cream and niggas
are gettin' jealous, but
Cm
Fm
I don't play that,
Cm
I got my gat hidden in the cut
Fm
Cm
My bundles gettin' off quick, shit
Fm
Cm
I got the blammer
Takin' knots from niggas with the Arm
Fm
Cm
Bb
and Hammer
Cm
(Hey, ho)come here,
Fm
Cm
take this duck
Go serve that nigga love and
Fm
bring my money up
Cm
Fm
I'm on alert when I work but
Bbm
Fm
they forever tryna get me
Cm
That's why I got my bitch
posted up wit' me
Fm
Cm
(Ayy, yo, yo, man,
do you got a fat dub rock?)
Rise, that's what I got, I'm runnin' the spot,
Fm
because I advertise
Cm
And plus I got the humongo rocks,
Fm
soda for blocks
Cm
Nigga, I got more knocks
Fm
than Goldilocks
Cm
Fm
It's time to make my rounds,
Bbm
black
Cm
The cops are getting hopeful
Fm
I sense a jack so I get mobile
Bbm
Fm
I got two popsicles and a cookie left
Cm
Shucks, and a buck that
I'ma sell for nine bucks
Fm
Cm
Fm
Cm
Fm
'Cause I don't give no credit,
Cm
Fm
and I mean none
Cm
You won't see that nigga
again 'til next month
Fm
Cm
And when he come to spend
Bb
Cm
wit'cha, he comin' for self
Fm
Cm
But he be claiming that he
Bbm
comin' for somebody else
Fm
I had to let him understand
Bbm
Cm
It's so hard to say goodbye
Ab
Bbm
To the ice cream man
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