Listen, I bring to you
Here ye, here ye, attention all dope fiends, ha ha
This is a Smoke-A-Lot presentation, check it
I bring to you the 5th Ward muthafuckin' Boyz
An Smoke-A-Lot himselfI 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 'cuz I'm a dope fiend an I need my drugs
(Slang crack)Nigga, first you cut the stove up
450 degrees fahrenheit
Mix the bakin' soda wit the China white
Sugar delight, Puruvian flake crack rockPlaya 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, preside, before I chop it upI 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 trustPlus, 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 bitchMe, 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 toughestI 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 drugsI 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, stereosBeepers, 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 priest, creepin', violation the policeSee 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 yaI'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 smokersI 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 drugsAll 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 atI over react after midnight, 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 blueI got yo drugs heron, infedamines an crack
Fiends get jacked
Fiends get slapped
Fiends that rapThey 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 weightThousand 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, muthafuckas never crossin' meI am a dope fiend an
(Nigga)
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 drugsI 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
Songwriters
Jr. Mosson;Garrick Husbands;Jr. Ellis;Danyle Robinson;Garry Shider;Jr. ClintonPublished by
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