Yukmouth feat. 5th Ward Boyz & Fa Sho Ice Cream Man Lyrics

Thugged Out: The Albulation Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Godzilla
  • 2 Do Yo Thug Thang
  • 3 City of Dope
  • 4 Thugged Out
  • 5 Ridaz
  • 6 Stallion
  • 7 Father Like Son
  • 8 Hater
  • 9 U Love 2 Hate
  • 10 Ice Cream Man
  • 11 It's in My Blood, Part II
  • 12 Still Ballin'
  • 13 Revelationz
  • 14 Rolex Rulez
    CD 2
  • 1 Sad Millionaire
  • 2 The Ballers Feud
  • 3 Pop Da Collar
  • 4 My Buddy
  • 5 Extortion
  • 6 Menage A Trois
  • 7 Falling
  • 8 Mackin vs Pimpin
  • 9 Gangsta Bitch
  • 10 Rap-A-Lot Mafia
  • 11 Sacrifice My Life
  • 12 Baller Mode
  • 13 Bumbell
  • 14 Secret Indictment
  • *(Yuk speakin)*

    Listen, I bring to you


    Here ye, here ye!
    Attention all dope fiends, haha!
    This is a Smoke-A-Lot pre-sentation
    Check it!
    I bring to you.... the 5th Ward mutha fuckin Boyz!
    An Smoke-A-Lot himself!

    Chorus *(Fa Sho)*

    I am a dope fiend an
    (the ice cream factory)
    I need my drugs
    I bought 'em from the Ice Cream Man
    (in '98, posted up, posted up)
    He's my neighborhood thug
    I know I need to stop, but
    I say no
    (slang crack)
    Cuz I'm a dope fiend an.... I need my drugs!

    Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*

    First you cut the stove up
    450 degrees farienhiet
    Mix the bakin soda wit the China white
    Sugar delight, Puruvian flake crack rock
    Playa fill the pot up wit water, put the pot on the stove to make it hot
    Then rock it up
    Place the caviar in a jar full of boilin water, then shake it up
    That's how I rock it up
    Presice, before I chop it up
    I sell it
    My dope fiend test the product to see if I got the stuff
    Packin gats incase I gots to bust
    My cousin rode off in the wind wit two chickens, ever since then no
    Nigga I can trust
    Plus, family an business don't click
    Cuz family members try to play you like a bitch
    I'm quick to pistol whip this shit outta niggas like this
    My niggas from the Vill killin each other, go to jail an turn snitch
    Like a bitch
    Me, I slang double ups, half thangs an zips
    Blueprints on how to bubble up, have thangs an grip
    Digital triple beam at my lab
    Breakin down slabs an bump a zipper
    Nigga 28 grams wit the bag
    Fuck it
    Drop Jag or a Cutlass
    My ice cream truck be the toughest

    Chorus *(Fa Sho)*

    I am a dope fiend an
    I need my drugs
    I bought 'em from the Ice Cream Man
    Well, he's my neighborhood thug
    I know I need to stop, but
    I say no
    Cuz I'm a dope fiend an.... I need my drugs!

    Verse 2 *(007of the 5th Ward Boyz)

    I scream
    You scream
    We all scream for ice cream
    Trippin out these dope fiends
    Bringin back all kinda things
    T.V.'s, camcorders, VCR's, stereos
    Beepers, cell phones, any thing they get they hands on
    Nigga I don't want this shit
    Bring me back some cash
    Even dope fiend bitches try to get it for some ass
    Bitch I don't want no pussy
    I don't want no head
    I see they drapped the preist, creepin, violation the police

    Verse 3 *(E-Rock of the 5th Ward Boyz)

    See we Mobb figgas
    Coke dealas
    7-4-7 straight to Oak-Town hit 'em up wit Yuk now
    Yola snatchers
    Made money, go-getters
    Blood elapse ya
    Turn around an pimp slap ya
    I'ma make you love me bitch
    Wit the cock or the rocks
    Stockin up the million dolla spots
    Rollin in ah
    Candy coated '98 big body Tahoe
    Plenty dope smokers


    Verse 4 *(Lo Life of the 5th Ward Boyz)*

    All I need is one bird
    An I won't turn back
    An I'm show you how to turn this tough, turf-Town white powder to crack
    An I keep my clip clacked, so
    Please don't try an jack
    In the midst of the transact, I found where the dope fiends at
    I over react
    After midnite, while sellin my cream
    A dope fiends dream is to follow me, while, smokin out a screen
    I drive by in my ice cream truck
    Wit fiends run up
    I got 'em touchin for the good stuff
    White colored and blue
    I got yo drugs!

    Verse 5 *(Yukmouth)*

    I got yo drugs
    Heron, infedamines an crack
    Fiends get jacked
    Fiends get slapped
    Fiends that rap
    They got me back an fourth
    I'm tryin to shake the state
    Bakin cakes
    Razor blades
    Kragen plates
    Busta niggas they can hate
    Slangin major weight
    Thousand grams is a key
    Outta town a pound of boogie brown cost a G
    So I send it down
    Couple a rounds, never lost to P
    Never lost a G
    Mutha fuckas never crossin me

    *(chorus)* 2x
    (echos out)

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