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