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.
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.