Yellow Brick Road lyrics

Artist  : Luniz 
Song : Yellow Brick Road



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*(two dope fiends
talking)*

(whistle)

Hahahaha.

*Eh
eh eh yo mama got a long ass throat when she drink
milk by the
time it get to her stomach it's
spoiled... ahaha!!*

*Where you get that
cream from man??*

*The Ice Cream Man man
that nigga ain't no mutha fuckin
joke.*

*Hold on hold on close the blinds
cuz cuz the neighbors are lookin.*

*What??
Nigga lets get busy man I'm ready to hit this big
shit man, you
know what I'm sayin, this is
big, big....*

*Get that kid outta
here!!*

*Whoa!! The kids!! Man get the
kids outta here.*

*Close the door, cuz
they gonna tell on us.*

*Eh I'm blazin
this up fo tha Ice Cream Man nigga!!*

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.

*(Chours)* x2

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.

*(Chorus)*
x2

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.

*(Chorus)*

BIATCH!!