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 ya'll 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