Lyrics:
stepped on
That dope stepped on
That dope stepped on
That dope stepped on
Ain't what you said round
On that cell phone
Get your head blown
Boy u dead wrong
boy
I got a job and sold dope boy
True story no joke boy
Cause I don't wanna be
No I refuse to be
No i don't wanna be a broke boy
I got a job and sold
had on Roc chain?
You got the same rocks in
Ya chain as that boy, we not the same
Boy I got a aim and a
Big nose that'll blow through tissue
It's (s)
I got a dope beat (you got a dope beat?)
I got a dope beat (we got a dope beat)
My name is that top of all of those that mix
Turnin' poetry into
We got all kinds of dope boys in this motherfucker
Whip it, make it
Brick it, weigh it
Flip it, take it
Money to play with
I Am Dope!
Whip it, make
to the D Boys (drug dealas)
Neighborhood dope man
I mean real niggas
Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents
Ain't got a dime, but I rides
She wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy
She wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy
She wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy
Hey yo, big Bern', what's good?
We ain't get
to the chief
They give you no choice but live off Ya dope boy Reese
You a dope boy
Dope money yea
Dope money yea
Dope money yea
Dope money yea yea ay
Kicking
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
se sentiwon
M’ap pete kare, feeling fè’m santi’m won
Boutèy anlè, map siv kou pè toma
Map high kou pè nènè
Dope boy put your blunt in the air
Put your
niggas try and they can't compare to you
I pull up to the gas station off that regular dope
Fifteen, servin' rocks at Havie's Court
Nigga this Jodi
thot (Thot)
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)
I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger (nobody)
Call
thot (Thot)
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)
I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger (nobody)
Call
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
[E-40] White girl (x8)
(White girl" continues to repeat 8X in background)
I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl
I got that, whiiiiiiiiiite girl
[E
to the D Boys (drug dealas)
Neighborhood dope man
I mean real niggas
Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents
Ain't got a dime, but I rides
alibi ain't gone work
Ain't it somethin' how them niggas from out that three be doin' that dirt?
Score a quarter from oh-oh, rock it up by four-four
yo' ass in the urn
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
Never sold dope for
(they want that E) hundred K for my SSMC
(It's Monte Carlo, bitch)
I know the alphabet boys wanna see me (ATL)
Got that Cali' OG (the FBI)
My AR in close
(Goat)
I had them bricks right by Flat Shoals, everybody know
He's a huge music exec, never been exposed (whoa)
Sold that boy a brick, like to treat
Comin out the 3, cuttin hairs with that boy J-o-e
Yeah that nigga Joe
I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe
I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate
precise right in the pocket
Stupid dope beats and Evil E rocks it
The girl straight from the heart
My jam is sure to hit the top of the charts
Ram is my
to the D Boys (drug dealas)
Neighborhood dope man
I mean real niggas
Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents
Ain't got a dime, but I rides
to the D Boys (drug dealas)
Neighborhood dope man
I mean real niggas
Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents
Ain't got a dime, but I rides
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