Yello Brick Road
Luniz Lyrics

It's the ice cream man,
I am the ice cream man,

Bitch don't you hear the music??
Don't you hear the music I'm playing??

(Dope king, dope king.)
(I am the king of selling drugs.)

I got the shit fiends holla if you want to use it!!
I have the drugs that addicts want to use, so they call out for it.

This shit is to be to let go,
I need to let go of this lifestyle.

So welcome to the ghetto,
Welcome to the neighborhood filled with poverty and crime.

Got no love from my moms an pops had to creep an caulk heat wit my Fellows,
I didn't receive love from my parents, so I had to resort to illegal activities with my friends.

Niggaz from the Big O,
People from the Big O (Oakland) neighborhood.

Always down to scuffle,
Always ready to fight.

Had the hustle from the get go,
I had to work hard from the beginning.

An didn't no body, give a fuck about Jerold,
No one cared about me, Jerold.

Not when I had hella dirt an lint in my dried up ass curl,
Not when I had a lot of dirt and lint in my dry hair.

Hit the dice game,
Participated in a game of dice.

Hurled off the night train,
Acted recklessly and impulsively.

So hang that four-fifth at my brain,
Put a gun to my head.

If you want me to do the right thang,
If you want me to act responsibly.

Ever since my eyes open,
Since I was young.

I musta really sell dope in,
I must have really sold drugs.

The 6-9 Village of East Oakland,
Referring to a specific neighborhood in East Oakland called 6-9 Village.

Hopin',
Hoping for something better.

My dad would come back,
I hoped my dad would return.

But that fool vamp,
But my dad didn't come back.

Now my mama spend the checks on woozy's an the food stamps,
Now my mom spends the welfare checks on alcohol and food stamps.

That's why my ass was pumpin' gas,
That's why I had to work at the gas station.

An shootin' craps,
And playing dice games.

So I can make me some rootin' tootin' scratch,
So I can earn some money.

No dap from the school hoes,
No attention from the girls at school.

Now why did I cut school,
Why did I choose to skip school.

Fuck school,
I didn't care about school.

'Cause me didn't have no school clothes,
I didn't have proper clothes for school.

I had to go,
I had to leave.

Hook up, a book up,
Find a way to make money.

Now I'm a crook up,
Now I engage in criminal activities.

On the late night posted,
Out on the streets late at night.

Slangin' cakes like Hostess,
Selling drugs.

Sumpthin' ferocious,
Something intense and fierce.

Mo candy than Reese Pieces,
More drugs than candy.

Fo human species,
For anyone who wants it.

That want to swap fo T.V.'s an V.C.'s,
People who want to exchange drugs for televisions and video cassette recorders.

I'm ready,
I am prepared.

Like Heav D, nuttin' but love fo ya,
Like Heavy D, I have nothing but love for you.

Fedi dubbs fo ya,
Money (currency) for you.

The only nigga would glove fo ya,
I am the only one who would fight for you.

It's me,
It's me, Luniz.

The ice creamery,
The drug dealer.

So weasel down the Yellow Brick Road while I fold the greenery.
Follow me down the path of drugs while I count my money.

You wonder why I became the ice cream mMan,
You wonder why I became a drug dealer.

'Cause I knocked straight hands,
Because I was good at fighting.

But niggaz on my block didn't understand,
But people in my neighborhood didn't comprehend.

That I was born to be a factor,
I was destined to be an influential figure.

If roses what I play, to get paid,
If selling drugs is what I do to earn money.

Then don't fade,
Then don't disappear.

But first give a nigga props,
But first give me some respect.

Fo ditchin' cops,
For avoiding the police.

I couldn't work,
I couldn't find legal employment.

So I knew a nigga couldn't stop,
So I knew I couldn't be stopped.

Slangin' mo yay than the next man,
Selling more drugs than anyone else.

If I come up, don't get mad,
If I succeed, don't be angry.

Juss give a pound an let the best stand,
Just give me a fist bump and recognize my success.

'Cause I done tried gettin' twenty off a note,
Because I have tried to make money from a counterfeit bill.

I been there, slangin' fo the next nigga still broke,
I have been in that situation, selling drugs but still struggling financially.

He flippin' shit, but you ain't,
He is complaining, but you are not.

You fuck around an crumble,
You mess up and fail.

Then you come up short on yo bundle,
Then you don't have enough drugs to sell.

An plus the dope fiends be gafflin',
And the drug addicts are stealing.

Rolled out all yo scratch,
You lost all your money.

You broke, so you whips up a dangle batch,
You are broke, so you scramble to make more drugs.

To get enough to cop a zip,
To get enough drugs to buy a large quantity.

I'm stackin' up my grip,
I am accumulating money.

Got my .380 out so I don't slip,
I have my .380 (gun) ready so I don't make a mistake.

I need some real folks to come up,
I need some trustworthy people to succeed with.

Niggaz wit some guts,
People with courage.

Plots an set up shop, wit Dru an Yuk,
Plan and establish a successful business, with Dru and Yuk.

My lick mates,
My partners in crime.

Hundred percent hustlaz,
Completely dedicated to making money.

Games an heists,
Engaging in illegal activities and robberies.

Quick to lick a niggaz house on bikes,
Quick to rob someone's house while riding bikes.

Twice the game, bigga the endin',
Twice the strategies, bigger the outcome.

Endin' rules,
Reaching a point where I am in control.

Much shit, an tucked tens is what I'm sendin' fools,
Sending lots of drugs and money to fool people.

I goes through all shit,
I go through various struggles.

To lick a ball bitch,
To deceive a wealthy woman.

To law shit,
To engage in illegal activities.

Then I'm off wit the Lootchie,
Then I leave with the money.

My game is ready to be sold,
My skills and success are ready to be marketed.

I got my stripes fo followin' the Yellow Brick Road.
I have gained recognition for my journey in the drug trade.

Now I'm the ice cream man,
Now I am the drug dealer.

Bitch,
Hey!

Don't you see the man sittin on gold ones,
Do you not see the man with a lot of money?

Dishin' off half, zips, an whole ones,
Distributing half-ounces, ounces, and full ounces of drugs.

No one,
Nobody

Could stop the Operation Stackola,
Could stop my drug dealing operation.

A black soldier slangin' crack only fo scratchola,
A black man selling crack cocaine only for money.

I told ya,
I told you before.

I do it to fold ya,
I do it to make money.

Straight over nighter,
Quickly and overnight.

Then flag the driver down wit my flash lighter,
Then signal the driver using my lighter.

"He speak please g, please don't say no to me, fo the cream, I dream, I Fiend like Jodeci!"
"He says please, please don't turn me down, for the money, I dream, I have an intense desire for it like Jodeci!"

Notice he had a G ready to spend it,
Notice that he had a thousand dollars ready to spend.

Splended,
Splendiferous.

Got my shit so I won't get apprehended,
Got my drugs hidden so I won't be caught by the police.

Once again it's on,
Once again it has begun.

I gets my bail on,
I am able to afford bail.

Weasel down the Yellow Brick Road wit hoes an my mail on.
Continue down the path of drugs with women and mail (money) in hand.

I chops cream,
I make a lot of money.

Seems like the whole block is holdin' now,
It seems like everyone in the neighborhood is selling drugs now.

Broke my triple beam, 'cause the whole scene is rollin' now,
I broke my drug weighing scale because everyone is involved in the drug trade now.

Hope I can get to break it down an hold thangs, wit my luck,
I hope I can succeed and hold on to my possessions, if I'm lucky.

Num an Yuk, wit gold thangs on the ice cream truck,
Me and my associates, Num and Yuk, with valuable possessions on the drug-selling operation.

Nut up wit nuthins,
Get tough and don't back down.

Stroll down the Yellow Brick Road,
Continue down the path of drugs.

Quick to lick fo some paper to fold,
Quick to engage in illegal activities to make money.

Stole my whole load,
Stole all of my drugs.

What you want a nigga to get hurt fo??
What do you want me to get hurt for?

My operation don't include spendin' on the turf hoe, (biatch!)
My drug operation doesn't involve wasting money in the neighborhood, bitch!

The quickest nigga to finish,
The fastest person to complete a task.

I cruise some,
I move around with ease.

Can't be too dumb,
Can't be naive.

Sewed up the block,
Controlled the drug trade in the neighborhood.

Where you from??
What neighborhood are you from?

So float on, an roll on, an understand,
So keep moving and continue understanding.

Easin down the road,
Traveling down the path.

It's the ice cream man.
I am the drug dealer.

[Chorus]
Refrain repeated twice.

Biatch!!
Hey, bitch!