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*(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)

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