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*(two dope fiends talking)* |
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(whistle) |
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Hahahaha. |
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*eh, eh, eh, yo mama got a long ass throat, when she drink milk, by the |
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Time it get to her stomach it's spoiled... ahaha!!* |
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*where you get that cream from man??* |
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*the ice cream man, man, that nigga ain't no mutha fuckin joke.* |
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*hold on, hold on, close the blinds, cuz, cuz the neighbors are lookin.* |
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*what?? nigga lets get busy man, i'm ready to hit this big shit man, you |
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Know what i'm sayin, this is big, big....* |
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*get that kid outta here!!* |
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*whoa!! the kids!! man get the kids outta here.* |
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*close the door, cuz they gonna tell on us.* |
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*eh i'm blazin this up fo tha ice cream man nigga!!* |
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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 |
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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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*(chours)* x2 |
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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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*(chorus)* x2 |
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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 |
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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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*(chorus)* |
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Biatch!! |
