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