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01. Intro
02. Mr. Ice Cream Man
03. Time For A 187
04. 1/2 On A Bag Of Dank
05. Break 'Em Off Somethin' (Ft. UGK)
06. How G's Ride (Ft. Big Ed & Silkk The Shocker)
07. No More Tears
08. Ghetto Won't Change, The
09. Commercial 1
10. Playa From Around The Way (Ft. Mob B. Dick & Silkk The Shocker)
11. Sellin' Ice Cream (Ft. Mob B. Dick)
12. Time To Check My Crackhouse
13. Bout It, Bout It II (Ft. Mia-X)
14. Back Up Off Me
15. Never Ending Game
16. Watch Dees Hoes (Ft. Mob B. Dick, Mr. Serv-On, Silkk The Shocker & Tre-8)
17. Bout That Drama (Ft. Silkk The Shocker)
18. Killer Pussy (Ft. Mob B. Dick)
19. Things Ain't What They Used To Be (Ft. Mob B. Dick)
20. My Ghetto Heroes (Ft. Skull Duggery)
In 1996, Priority Records, one of the most important production companies in history (with significant works from the likes of Snoop Dogg, Bad Azz, Ice Cube, and Westside Connection), dedicated itself to the distribution of the album Ice Cream Man, produced by No Limit Records. This is Master P's ninth album, a guru of the Dirty scene, boasting the achievement of a platinum album, a prestigious recognition in the '90s when the "battles" between East artists, the true first wave of hip-hop culture, and the rest of America, namely West Side and Dirty South, raged in the musical landscape.
The album navigates through 20 tracks, which in itself could be a problem, as the risk of sounding monotonous throughout can be a lethal blow to the record. Yet, in my opinion, this remains the unrivaled album for Master P in his entire career: in 20 tracks, he manages to sound perpetually fresh, never retracing his steps. What does it mean? Simply that no track ends up being repetitive, and the sounds differ from song to song, making listening pleasant and never boring. But what tracks are we in possession of once we listen to this album? Let's say that the Dirty South set in 1996 is quite different from the Dirty South that's pervasive on the streets and in clubs across America today, as in this work we don't deal with too many bangs (the usual window-shattering boxes), claps, absent lyrics, and repeated motifs that last the entire track, but rather soft musicality, less gloomy than the classic eastside and westside of the period, with funk-like rhythms and, as the Americans say, "fresh". Additionally, a special note surely goes to Master P's flow, which is truly engaging, entertaining, and at times hypnotic, especially when he decides to hit the accelerator in tracks like "Break 'Em Off Something", where the showdown occurs in a song with two Dirty legends, UGK, who faced their peak period between '92 and '96.
The productions are truly interesting because they are closely followed by Master P himself, leaving only Ken Franklin to produce "How G's Ride" and "No More Tears", which are truly the funkiest sounding of the whole album and, in my opinion, the most beautiful in the entire work. The others, as mentioned, are supervised by Master P, assisted by B-Legit and Celly Cel. To accompany this artist in the work, besides the already mentioned UGK, there are also big names like Big Ed, Silkk, Mo B, and Tre-8, No Limit Records teammates.
That being said, it remains a milestone of the Dirty South, and listening to this album is a must for those who love the genre. I strongly advise departing from the usual Hip Hop community tendency to denigrate these works in favor of Eastside culture, because listening and broadening one's musical culture is a duty for anyone who loves this world. Pete Rock teaches us!
Link to Videos-Singles Extracted From the Album:
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Mr. Ice Cream Man (05:08)
Before you jump in the game let's get one thing understood
If you sellin that ice cream ya got to make sure it's good
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man) 4X
Hit the blocks dressed in white with some baggy girbaud's
A pocket full of stones, 3 G's and tryin to lose these hoes
And the task coming sick cause its the first of the month
Fiends on my pager like i'm try to take these fools to lunch
Going crazy in the ghetto try to kill me
My little homies lost life, y'all fools feel me
I pack a D cause i'm paranoid at night time
Brother be pullin jack, I'm in the hood bustin gangsta rhyme
And still gotta watch my back in the hood gee
Like Spice-1 said those fools living like movies
Little kids get bout it I mean my hood is ROWDY
I'm try to make a dollar 50 before I'm up and out it
Before you jump in the game le'ts get one thing understood
If you sellin that ice cream ya got to make sure it's good
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man) 4X
Mr. Ice Cream Man or call me Master P
I got that 2 for 3 call me if you need some D
Me and my little brother Silkk we be ballin
Got this thang sewed up from Texas to New Orleans
And cross the West Coast where fools get wicked
I'm in the gang hell a D I'm try to score a meal ticket
Break fiends on boulders I means Al soda
Duckin the task and try to hide from the rollers
And hangin' with TRU soldiers, my TRU click we true to this
TRU 2 da G A M E fools we ain't new to this
And in the hood I got ice cream cones, and if fiends
want a lick nothing for free that gonna cost you 20 bones
For y'all ballers that won't wait call on my pager
I got half gallon of milk fool I got 31 flavor
Mr. I-C-E, M-A -N is on the scene
You betta have my fetti if you don't have my ice cream
Mr. Ice Cream Man
(Mr. Ice Cream Man) 4X
Before you jump in the game lets get one thing understood
If you sellin that ice cream ya got to make sure it's good
Now let's see who owes me cash I gots to go to grind and gets mine
Fools be try to check it, wreck it, but it's about that time
See who owes me, pay me now, don't pay me later, cricket alligators
Try to scheme off the top, but they be like playa haters
I got that 2 for 3, 4 for 5 got them rocks
But killers I got that 2 for 3, 4 for 5 I'm maxin glocks
You can come and check my grip you can come and check this
But I'm on that triple gold 9 thiller LEXUS
Master P in the 500 S E L with a triple beam
You scream, I scream, but the fiends screaming for ice cream
Before jump in the game let's get one thing understood
If you sellin that ice cream ya got to make sure it's good
Mr. Ice Cream Man (Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man (Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Mr. Ice Cream Man (Mr. Ice Cream Man)
Master P the Ice Cream Man
Y'all fools betta recognize I'm the real Ice Cream Man
Mr. Ice Cream Man
Master P or call me the Ice Cream Man
09 Commercial (01:05)
[master p]
Yo los, take us to a commercial
While we stop to get high
Y'all check out the young guns, ya heard me?
Check this out..
If you have four ounces and you fronted your boy two
And he gave a half to his boy
And the police raided the spot then he flushed one and a half
And he ask you for one mo'
What should you do if you was in that position?
[young guns]
Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't just rap - everything we say is for real
Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill
Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't just rap - everything we say is for real
Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill
Tell them bitch niggaz - they can keep from around
This is family now, I give a f**k about you clowns
Young guns holdin it down, quick to bust a few rounds
? ? our sound, tell my niggaz and my bitches
They'll drop in the storm, tell them boys it's on
And these niggaz gettin they ass torn, f**k bein warned
This is a street ? ? , I promise to die violent
Now I start wildin, until you bitch niggaz are silent
Nigga f**k that! I'm bout to send these niggaz life back
They talkin shit about my fam and I don't like that
You know how I react, so why you wanna beef?
It's time for me to say my prayers, and hit the streets
Bullets about to hum, bitch niggaz gon' get numb
Here come ? ? down the block nigga don't try to run
I ain't lettin it slide I caught him slippin and him twice
Next thing you that nigga was on the ground, shakin like dice
These niggaz fail the test so neverthless I split yo' chest
F**k the rest!
I come through to spit, to show you niggaz what I manifest
A y.g., so I breathe toke three, ? ?
Bullets at you busters please, don't try to test these
Pistol packin niggaz in our town
You get them hot thangs laid in your mouth
My niggaz seek you out no doubt
All about my salary you niggaz ain't gon' handle me
I'm tired of stressin, and all these niggaz pretend they got me vexed
[young guns]
Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't just rap - everything we say is for real
Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill
Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't just rap - everything we say is for real
Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill
Nigga f**k that! I ain't bout to let the shit slide
It's time to ride, time for these niggaz to die
We don't just rap - everything we say is for real
Time to let the gauge discharge, and murder that kill..
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