Yellow Brick Road Lyrics

Yellow Brick Road lyrics

*(two dope fiends talking)*

(whistle)

Hahahaha.

*Eh eh eh
yo mama got a long ass throat when she drink milk by the
time it get to her
stomach it's spoiled... ahaha!!*

*Where you get that cream from
man??*

*The Ice Cream Man man that nigga ain't no mutha fuckin
joke.*

*Hold on hold on close the blinds cuz cuz the neighbors are
lookin.*

*What?? Nigga lets get busy man I'm ready to hit this big shit
man, you
know what I'm sayin, this is big, big....*

*Get that kid
outta here!!*

*Whoa!! The kids!! Man get the kids outta
here.*

*Close the door, cuz they gonna tell on us.*

*Eh I'm
blazin this up fo tha Ice Cream Man nigga!!*

Uh, uh,
uh,
yeah.

Chorus *(Yukmouth)* 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 wanna use it!!


Verse 1
*(Yukmouth)*

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,
cuz 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 wanna 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 weasle down the Yellow Brick Road
while I fold the greenery.

*(Chours)* x2

Verse 2
*(Knumskull)*

You wonder why I became the Ice Cream Man,
cuz 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,
cuz 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,
100 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

Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)*

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,
weasle down the Yellow Brick Road wit
hoes an my mail on.

Verse 4 *(Knumskull)*

I chops cream,
seems
like the whole block is holdin now,
broke my triple beam, cuz 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 roooaaad,
it's the Ice Cream
Man.

*(Chorus)*

BIATCH!!