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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)
Nel 1996 la Priority Records, una delle case di produzioni più importanti della storia (avente alle spalle lavori importanti di personaggi del calibro di Snoop Dogg, Bad Azz, Ice Cube e Westside Connection), si dedica alla distribuzione dell'album Ice Cream Man, prodotto dalla No Limit Records. Questo è il nono album di Master P, un guru del panorama Dirty, vantando la bellezza del riconoscimento di album di platino, un prestigio negli anni 90, in cui le "lotte" tra gli artisti East, figli della vera prima cultura hip-hop, ed il resto d'America, ossia West Side e Dirty South imperversano nel panorama musicale.
L'album si districa in 20 tracce, e già questo potrebbe essere un problema, dato che il rischio di suonare monotono per l'intera durata del lavoro può essere un colpo letale al disco. Eppure, a mio parere, questo resta l'album inarrivabile per Master P in tutta la sua carriera: in 20 tracce riesce a suonare perennemente fresco, senza tornare mai sui suoi passi. Cosa vuol dire? Semplicemente che nessuna traccia risulta essere ripetitiva e le sonorità si differenziano di canzone in canzone, rendendo piacevole e mai noioso l'ascolto. Ma di che tracce siamo in possesso una volta che ascoltiamo quest'album? Diciamo che il Dirty South ambientato nel 1996 è ben diverso dal Dirty South che oggi imperversa per le strade ed i clubs di tutt'America dato che in questo lavoro non abbiamo a che fare con troppi bangs (i soliti cassoni spacca finestre), claps, liriche assenti e motivetti ripetuti per l'intera durata di una traccia, bensì musicalità soft, meno cupe dei classici eastside e westside del periodo, dai ritmi simil-funk e, a detta americana, "fresh". Inoltre una nota speciale va sicuramente al Flow di Master P, che è veramente coinvolgente, divertente e a tratti ipnotico, specie quando decide di schiacciare sull'acceleratore in tracce come "Break 'Em Off Something", dove il confronto arriva su una canzone con 2 leggende del Dirty, che tra il 92 ed il 96 affrontano il loro periodo di maggior successo, gli UGK appunto.
Le produzioni poi sono veramente interessanti perchè seguite passo passo dallo stesso Master P, che lascia solo a Ken Franklin la produzione dei pezzi "How G's Ride" e "No More Tears", quelle che veramente suonano in maniera più funk di tutto l'album e che secondo il mio parere sono le più belle dell'intero lavoro. Le altre, invece, come già detto, sono supervisionate da Master P, coadiuvato da B-Legit e Celly Cel. Ad accompagnare comunque quest'artista nel lavoro, oltre ai già citati UGK, troviamo anche grandi nomi come Big Ed, Silkk, Mo B e Tre-8, compagni di scuderia No Limit Records.
Detto ciò resta comunque una pietra miliare del Dirty South e l'ascolto di quest'album è d'obbligo per chi adora il genere e consiglio vivamente di scostarsi dalla solita attitudine del popolo Hip Hop di denigrare questi lavori a favore della cultura Eastside, perchè ascoltare ed ampliare la propria cultura musicale è un dovere per chiunque ami questo mondo. Pete Rock insegna!
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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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