| Here ye, here ye!
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| Attention all dope fiends, haha!
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| This is a Smoke-A-Lot pre-sentation
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| Check it!
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| I bring to you… the 5th Ward mutha fuckin Boyz!
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| An Smoke-A-Lot himself!
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| Chorus *(Fa Sho)*
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| I am a dope fiend an
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| (the ice cream factory)
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| I need my drugs
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| I bought 'em from the Ice Cream Man
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| (in '98, posted up, posted up)
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| He’s my neighborhood thug
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| I know I need to stop, but
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| I say no
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| (slang crack)
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| Cuz I’m a dope fiend an… I need my drugs!
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| Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*
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| Nigga
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| First you cut the stove up
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| 450 degrees farienhiet
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| Mix the bakin soda wit the China white
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| Sugar delight, Puruvian flake crack rock
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| Playa fill the pot up wit water, put the pot on the stove to make it hot
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| Then rock it up
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| Place the caviar in a jar full of boilin water, then shake it up
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| That’s how I rock it up
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| Presice, before I chop it up
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| I sell it
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| My dope fiend test the product to see if I got the stuff
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| Packin gats incase I gots to bust
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| My cousin rode off in the wind wit two chickens, ever since then no
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| Nigga I can trust
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| Plus, family an business don’t click
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| Cuz family members try to play you like a bitch
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| I’m quick to pistol whip this shit outta niggas like this
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| My niggas from the Vill killin each other, go to jail an turn snitch
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| Like a bitch
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| Me, I slang double ups, half thangs an zips
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| Blueprints on how to bubble up, have thangs an grip
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| Digital triple beam at my lab
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| Breakin down slabs an bump a zipper
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| Nigga 28 grams wit the bag
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| Fuck it
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| Drop Jag or a Cutlass
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| My ice cream truck be the toughest
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| Chorus *(Fa Sho)*
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| I am a dope fiend an
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| I need my drugs
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| I bought 'em from the Ice Cream Man
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| Well, he’s my neighborhood thug
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| I know I need to stop, but
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| I say no
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| Cuz I’m a dope fiend an… I need my drugs!
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| Verse 2 *(007of the 5th Ward Boyz)
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| I scream
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| You scream
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| We all scream for ice cream
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| Trippin out these dope fiends
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| Bringin back all kinda things
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| T.V.'s, camcorders, VCR’s, stereos
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| Beepers, cell phones, any thing they get they hands on
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| Nigga I don’t want this shit
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| Bring me back some cash
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| Even dope fiend bitches try to get it for some ass
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| Bitch I don’t want no pussy
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| I don’t want no head
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| I see they drapped the preist, creepin, violation the police
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| Verse 3 *(E-Rock of the 5th Ward Boyz)
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| See we Mobb figgas
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| Coke dealas
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| 7−4-7 straight to Oak-Town hit 'em up wit Yuk now
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| Yola snatchers
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| Made money, go-getters
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| Blood elapse ya
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| Turn around an pimp slap ya
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| I’ma make you love me bitch
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| Wit the cock or the rocks
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| Stockin up the million dolla spots
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| Rollin in ah
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| Candy coated '98 big body Tahoe
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| Plenty dope smokers
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| Verse 4 *(Lo Life of the 5th Ward Boyz)*
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| All I need is one bird
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| An I won’t turn back
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| An I’m show you how to turn this tough, turf-Town white powder to crack
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| An I keep my clip clacked, so
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| Please don’t try an jack
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| In the midst of the transact, I found where the dope fiends at
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| I over react
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| After midnite, while sellin my cream
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| A dope fiends dream is to follow me, while, smokin out a screen
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| I drive by in my ice cream truck
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| Wit fiends run up
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| I got 'em touchin for the good stuff
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| White colored and blue
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| I got yo drugs!
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| Verse 5 *(Yukmouth)*
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| I got yo drugs
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| Heron, infedamines an crack
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| Fiends get jacked
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| Fiends get slapped
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| Fiends that rap
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| They got me back an fourth
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| I’m tryin to shake the state
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| Bakin cakes
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| Razor blades
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| Kragen plates
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| Busta niggas they can hate
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| Slangin major weight
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| Thousand grams is a key
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| Outta town a pound of boogie brown cost a G
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| So I send it down
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| Couple a rounds, never lost to P
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| Never lost a G
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| Mutha fuckas never crossin me
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| (echos out) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ice Cream Man, artist - Yukmouth. Album song Thugged Out: The Albulation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп