"Thirty One Flavors" lyrics

Ah (ice cream man)
Master P, we the (Master P, we the long way)
Don't let me tank, smoke fucks
(One more time for the street)
(Yeah, don't let me crown him, yeah, yeah)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Master P, we got the hook up (cookin')
Might show you how to cook up (hit it, hit it)
Slangin' out the cell phones
Call before you pull up (ah)

It's the ice cream man
It's the ice cream man
It's the ice cream man
It's the ice cream man

Master P, we got the hook up (hook it up)
Might show you how to cook up (hit it, hit it)
Slangin' out the cell phones
Call before you pull up (oh no)

It's the ice cream man
It's the ice cream man
It's the ice cream man
It's the ice cream man

Master P, we got the hook up (hit it, hit it)
Might show you how to cook up (hit it, hit it)
Slangin' out the cell phones
Call before you pull up (oh)

It's the ice cream man (ain't no limit)
It's the ice cream man (ain't no limit)
It's the ice cream man (ain't no limit)
It's the ice cream man

I got killers, I got shooters
In my Yachtys, they ain't hoofin'
I know hittas run up in your house
Scared yo' ass like Kruger (oh)
Mr. Ice Cream Man (Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Steady for the bang (steady for the bang)
All this ice on my chain (all this ice on my chain)
Cartier gold frame (Cartier gold frame)
Still in the trap, whip the strap
It's some dealers, nigga (yeah)
I'm the boss, nigga, call me Godzilla
I got Astro-P trees, I got zips
I got keys, I got bitches
I just flew up in the town from overseas
I call Pee Wee long way
We do shit our own way
Nigga started with a twenty right there in the hallway
I got the hood on lock
I got the ice cream shots
I got them carrots in my mouth
I got Versace all in the house

Mr. Pee Wee got the hook up (hook up)
Might show you how to cook up (cook up)
Slangin' out the cell phones
Call before you pull up (hey)

It's the ice cream man (ice cream man)
It's the ice cream man (ice cream man)
It's the ice cream man (all this Pee Wee)

I see murders every day in my hood
I got fiends on the corner
Bust a brick down, smell like ammonia
Mr. Server, I'm standin' on the corner
I can hook you up if you want me
Ice cream man, I whip up Napoleon
Smokin' on a three gram brush to the sheriff
Sippin' it vintage, it don't my face look like a nerve
Douse in the 'Nate and blow my ears to birds
Hop out with the silky sock at your shirt
I'ma let her do the dirt (do the dirt)
Black and blue comin' over with the word
Frank Miller got the bird flu alert
G-Wagon Benz came out of the door with the skirts
Brits in the hood, I'ma show 'em how to do it
Hookin' them young niggas up with boom-boom (boom-boom)
MPA tight, they stand up with all they drums
Tatted my body up like I'm Suge Wayne Harlem
Master Pee Wee cut the front yard with the cut
I'll show you how to hit it with the left arm
Drop a dude brand new gram, back step down
You gotta be hearin' me up on the next telephone
Mama Mia, still got case of deals
Chop pops still gettin' worked through it
You can pull up to the hill and get a personal deal
Master Pee Wee got the hook up (look it up)
Right show you how to cook up (hit it, hit it, hit it)
Slangin' out the cell phone
Call before you pull up (oh)

It's the ice cream man (ice cream man)
It's the ice cream man (ice cream man)
It's the ice cream man (ice cream man)
It's the ice cream man (ice cream man)
It's the ice cream man (ice cream man)
It's the ice cream man (ice cream man)
It's the ice cream man (ice cream man)
It's the ice cream man (ice cream man)