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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 do |