Sundae Bloody Sundae - Vinnie Paz

Saturday noon, with nothing to do

I hear his simple song 'til the children catch him on the corner

Watching kids crowd, gather around his ivory colored car

And the ice cream man is gone

Yeah, I’m the ice cream man

Everything is for sale, the product there ain’t for touchin' homie

This isn’t braille

It’s only a couple flavors if you need some tree

I got 2 for 3, money, if you need some D

You hear that song, pull up, we sellin' on the corner

And don’t mind the smell little homie, that’s ammonia

Oh that?

That’s a special flavor, comes from out Slavonia

The red tops cherry heads 'cause they look like begonia

The task force there, give me money then you go

'Cause this judge is trying to give a brother 20 for an O

I got the plug but it’s still a large fee

So why the fuck I charge you what he charge me

Back of the line little motherfucker, 'cause you stressing me

How you gonna ask a master chef for his recipe?

And don’t ask me what I do with the stash

'Cause the smallest bit of candy get you 2 and a half

Saturday noon, with nothing to do

I hear his simple song 'til the children catch him on the corner

Watching kids crowd, gather around his ivory colored car

And the ice cream man is gone

Yeah, I’m the ice cream man

I’m connected for the re-up

But you gonna have to pay it after it’s over like a prenup

We got the streetsweepers for the clean up

There’s crema in the ice cream truck to cook the D up

The ice cream man kind of gully but he’s smart

And cookin' what he’s cookin', that’s a culinary art

If you hang around my truck you need to buy something

Why you always hang around my truck and you don’t buy nothin'

I ain’t trying to hurt nobody, I just want my dollar

You lovin' these bitches homie, I just love my guala

My partner in the back cookin' the base

You hear that song homie, you should see the look on their face

This young boy always asking, «Why you packed the 50?!»

'Cause motherfuckers plottin' and these bitches act

Being the ice cream man is stressful, it’s true

But I wouldn’t be in business if it wasn’t for you

Saturday noon, with nothing to do

I hear his simple song 'til the children catch him on the corner

Watching kids crowd, gather around his ivory colored car

And the ice cream man is gone