Tonalité : C minor
Verse 1
Am
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
Am
Well, it's the ice cream man, bitch,
F
don't you hear the music
Am
Dm
I got the shit,
Am
fiends holla at me when they use it
Dm
Am
I got shit sold,
F
I pimp those broke ass nymphos
Am
F
Got 'em suckin' dick in Pintos
Dm
F
Am
I guarantee it's not a soda rock
Gm
Am
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
Dm
Am
Niggas jealous 'cause
G
Am
I got good crackola
While they shit is power
packed with baking soda
Dm
Am
Hop on the bandwagon, why not?
When I'm gone,
niggas claim they got the same shit that I got
Dm
Am
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
Dm
your ass sent to Vacaville
Am
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
D
Am
Wanna be fine and dandy with that
candy on your hooter
Shoot a fiend somethin'
for a sack of Buddha
Dm
I got the bomb, mothafucka, peep
Am
Niggas jump on they feet when they
Dm
hear the music in the streets
Am
Gm
Yes you can, yes you can can,
Am
yes you can
Gm
C
Rush to the van,
Am
F
so you can catch the ice cream man
Bitch, don't you hear the
music?
Dm
Am
Verse 3
Dm
Am
Gm
Am
Hahaha, yeah, huh
Dm
Am
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
Dm
Am
I'm watchin' tweakers tweak because
they need a P- I- P- E, ugh
Get the fuck from in front of my spot
Dm
Am
I'm 'bout to open my window and unload
my motherfuckin' Glock
Blaow, damn,
I see the Task jump out the van
Dm
Am
Gm
Jackin' niggas slangin' on the corner,
Am
you punk ass rollers
That's why I'm in the house
under with the cola
Dm
And some cash stacked to the top
Am
I got my money counter and chop
Dm
a fool who steps to get pop pop
Am
Dm
No hesitation and no fear
Am
My observation is to make
Dm
Am
a mill' a year, yeah
And then maybe some daddy
Dm
will let me date his daughter
Am
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
Dm
Am
Tell 'em the Cola Man
Verse 4
Am
Yeah Who got that cola,
man?
Dm
Ayy, man, wassup, man?
You got some rocks, man?
Who- nobody got no rocks in the spot
Am
Ayy, I need a hit please
Verse 5
Am
I need to chop up some cream
Dm
The sun shinin' bright as fuck
Am
F
Dm
Knocks are blowin' up my shit 'cause
C
Dm
they done missed the ice cream truck
Cut up a half and rush to post
F
C#
G#
Eb
(o h shit)
Dm
C#
Cops, they don't sweat me
Dm
C#
Dm
Am
'cause I look like a school kid
Dm
But still I'm watchin' my knocks 'cause
Am
F
Am
they will gaffle
Pressin' my luck slangin'
C#
Dm
right by the Hill Castle
Eb
Dm
Am
Dm
I got the cream and niggas
are gettin' jealous, but
Am
Dm
I don't play that,
Am
I got my gat hidden in the cut
Dm
Am
My bundles gettin' off quick, shit
Dm
Am
I got the blammer
Takin' knots from niggas with the Arm
Dm
Am
G
and Hammer
Am
(Hey, ho)come here,
Dm
Am
take this duck
Go serve that nigga love and
Dm
bring my money up
Am
Dm
I'm on alert when I work but
Gm
Dm
they forever tryna get me
Am
That's why I got my bitch
posted up wit' me
Dm
Am
(Ayy, yo, yo, man,
do you got a fat dub rock?)
Rise, that's what I got, I'm runnin' the spot,
Dm
because I advertise
Am
And plus I got the humongo rocks,
Dm
soda for blocks
Am
Nigga, I got more knocks
Dm
than Goldilocks
Am
Dm
It's time to make my rounds,
Gm
black
Am
The cops are getting hopeful
Dm
I sense a jack so I get mobile
Gm
Dm
I got two popsicles and a cookie left
Am
Shucks, and a buck that
I'ma sell for nine bucks
Dm
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
'Cause I don't give no credit,
Am
Dm
and I mean none
Am
You won't see that nigga
again 'til next month
Dm
Am
And when he come to spend
G
Am
wit'cha, he comin' for self
Dm
Am
But he be claiming that he
Gm
comin' for somebody else
Dm
I had to let him understand
Gm
Am
It's so hard to say goodbye
F
Gm
To the ice cream man
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Am
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