[Chorus: 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 want to use it!!
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,
'Cause 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 want to 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 weasel down the Yellow Brick Road while I fold the greenery.
[Chorus : x2]
You wonder why I became the ice cream mMan,
'Cause 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,
'Cause 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,
Hundred 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]
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,
Weasel down the Yellow Brick Road wit hoes an my mail on.
I chops cream,
Seems like the whole block is holdin' now,
Broke my triple beam, 'cause 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 road,
It's the ice cream man.
[Chorus]
Biatch!!