Ice Cream Man lyrics

Artist  : Yukmouth 
Song : Ice Cream Man



 Send "Ice Cream Man" Ringtone to your Cell 

 *(yuk speakin)*



Listen, I bring to
you.



(chimes)



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)*



Nigga.

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.



*(chorus)*



Verse 4 *(lo life of the 5th ward boyz)*



All I need is one bird

An I wont
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)