Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yellow Brick Road, artist - Luniz. Album song Operation Stackola, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Virgin Records America
Song language: English
Yellow Brick Road |
time it get to her stomach it’s spoiled… ahaha!!* |
know what I’m sayin, this is big, big…* |
Uh, uh, uh, |
yeah. |
Chorus *(Yukmouth)* x2 |
It’s the Ice Cream Man, |
BITCH don’t you hear the music? |
(Dope king, dope king.) |
I got the shit fiends holla if you wanna use it! |
Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)* |
This shit is to be to let go, |
so welcome to the ghetto, |
got no love from my moms an pops had to creep an caulk heat wit my fellows, |
niggaz from the Big O, |
always down to scuffle, |
had the hustle from the get go, |
an didn’t no… body, give a fuck about Jerold, |
not when I had hella dirt an lint in my dried up ass curl, |
hit the dice game, |
hurled off the night train, |
so hang that four-fifth at my brain, |
if you want me to do the right thang, |
ever since my eyes open, |
I musta really sell dope in, |
the 6−9 Village of East Oakland, |
hopin, |
my dad would come back, |
but that fool vamp, |
now my mama spend the checks on woozy’s an the food stamps, |
that’s why my ass was pumpin gas, |
an shootin craps, |
so I can make me some rootin-tootin scratch, |
no dap from the school hoes, |
now why did I cut school, |
fuck school, |
cuz me didn’t have no school clothes, |
I had to go, |
hook up, a book up, |
now I’m a crook up, |
on the late night posted, |
slangin cakes like Hostess, |
sumpthin ferocious, |
mo candy than Reese Pieces, |
fo human species, |
that wanna swap fo T.V.'s an V.C.'s, |
I’m ready, |
like Heav D, nuttin but love fo ya, |
fedi dubbs fo ya, |
the only nigga would glove fo ya, |
it’s me, |
the Ice Creamery, |
so weasle down the Yellow Brick Road while I fold the greenery. |
Verse 2 *(Knumskull)* |
You wonder why I became the Ice Cream Man, |
cuz I knocked straight hands, |
but niggaz on my block didn’t understand, |
that I was born to be a factor, |
if roses what I play, to get paid, |
then don’t fade, |
but first give a nigga props, |
fo ditchin cops, |
I couldn’t work, |
so I knew a nigga couldn’t stop, |
slangin mo yay than the next man, |
if I come up, don’t get mad, |
juss give a pound an let the best stand, |
cuz I done tried gettin twenty off a note, |
I been there, slangin fo the next nigga still broke, |
he flippin shit, but you ain’t, |
you fuck around an crumble, |
then you come up short on yo bundle, |
an plus the dope fiends be gafflin, |
rolled out all yo scratch, |
you broke, so you whips up a dangle batch, |
to get enough to cop a zip, |
I’m stackin up my grip, |
got my .380 out so I don’t slip, |
I need some real folks to come up, |
niggaz wit some guts, |
plots an set up shop, wit Dru an Yuk, |
my lick mates, |
100 percent hustlaz, |
games an heists, |
quick to lick a niggaz house on bikes, |
twice the game, bigga the endin, |
endin rules, |
much shit, an tucked tens is what I’m sendin fools, |
I goes through all shit, |
to lick a ball bitch, |
to law shit, |
then I’m off wit the Lootchie, |
my game is ready to be sold, |
I got my stripes fo followin the Yellow Brick Road. |
Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)* |
Now I’m the Ice Cream Man, |
bitch, |
don’t you see the man sittin on gold ones, |
dishin off half, zips, an whole ones, |
no one, |
could stop the Operation Stackola, |
a black soldier slangin crack only fo scratchola, |
I told ya, |
I do it to fold ya, |
straight over nighter, |
then flag the driver down wit my flash lighter, |
He speak please g, please don’t say no to me, fo the cream, I dream, I fiend like Jodeci! |
Notice he had a G ready to spend it, |
splended, |
got my shit so I won’t get apprehended, |
once again it’s on, |
I gets my bail on, |
weasle down the Yellow Brick Road wit hoes an my mail on. |
Verse 4 *(Knumskull)* |
I chops cream, |
seems like the whole block is holdin now, |
broke my triple beam, cuz the whole scene is rollin now, |
hope I can get to break it down an hold thangs, wit my luck, |
Num an Yuk, wit gold thangs on the ice cream truck, |
nut up wit nuthins, |
stroll down the Yellow Brick Road, |
quick to lick fo some paper to fold, |
stole my whole load, |
what you want a nigga to get hurt fo? |
My operation don’t include spendin on the turf hoe, (biatch!) |
the quickest nigga to finish, |
I cruise some, |
can’t be too dumb, |
sewed up the block, |
where you from? |
so float on, an roll on, an understand, |
easin down the roooaaad, |
it’s the Ice Cream Man. |
BIATCH! |