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