Lyrics:
and stackin doe
Don’t really give a fuck about a hoe
I got that anti dope that get you sky high
Smoking on that spinach like im Popeye
Niggas welling eating
nigga, I'm kickin' in doors, bodies are froze
Bloody your clothes, gun to your nose
All of you niggas you really need to give up money and dope
Face
ever stop
Scott LaRock heard a dope story
About him from the Blastmasta
Out west RIB mac Dre & The Jacka
When we die it plants new seeds
For new Big Bank
in the chamber
For the jackas and the dope fiends
Fools come short get rowdy
Kick down doors
Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it
to raise me, niggas can't ban me (nah)
Stack really from the era, D-O-P-E
And keep a bundle full of greens like groceries
American gangster, got the hops
always on my page, waiting for the next post
Feds wanna know, they just wanna know
Is it really dope? Is it really dope?
All this shit can't be his,
in the chamber
For the jackas and the dope fiends
Fools come short get rowdy
Kick down doors
Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it
[Jacka]
You know these whodies be askin'
Uni Mack 10
Can I be your bitch [can I be your bitch]
Naw, you can be my ho
I put you on a track
Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
I dont really know too many
I dont really know too many
For the dope nigga
Dope nigga
You know i got that dope nigga
Dope nigga
in the chamber
For the jackas and the dope fiends
Fools come short get rowdy
Kick down doors
Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it
in the chamber
For the jackas and the dope fiends
Fools come short get rowdy
Kick down doors
Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it
know, for death
Knew the Lord was in the room when my daughter took her first breath
Cold turkey on the dope, had to gain the knowledge of self
In my
teeth and nickel sack baggies
That's caine, no daddy 'cause I ain't really have one
And you can't call yourself dope if you ain't never bag none
I'm
off of that polo when the chopper screaming marco
Turn you fantasy of narco, to a scene from fucking argo
You aint dope boy, we really get it out
right, left, back
Honey sweat, B.B.D. in effect
A hundred percent class
You pass by the class
She's shaped like an hourglass
She's (dope) body
me on one condition
What's that bro?
Let me convince you to put that bong down
I knew it T.I.
What?
You weren't really on that dope boy s***...
me on one condition
What's that bro?
Let me convince you to put that bong down
I knew it T.I.
What?
You weren't really on that dope boy shit...
Yea
Come on
You already know who it is by now
But in case you dont
DJ Kameo
Got the dope
Got the dope
Got the dope sauce all around me
Drippin in it
D-O-P-E by the way the girls react
When they see, me they screaming so loud that they voices crack
Just like that; she never met a jerk like I
Told me
dope man
Please please
Dope man dope man
(Please please) I said I don't give a fuck nigga
It was once said by a nigga who ain't know me
Some slick shit,
by five
I'm an FOI so you know I'm not normal
I'm not just some guy
And I got a gang of brothers
Right behind me
An army
It's a lot you can do
But it
boat, boat (mwah)
I'm never goin' broke, broke, broke, broke (hah)
It look like we sellin' dope, dope, dope, dope (wow)
Fur coat on, I'm the goat,
That dope stepped on
That dope stepped on
That dope stepped on
That dope stepped on
I been moving by myself
Hallan at my nigga's really not fucking with
Rite back on yo dog ass ya herd meh
It's number Fifteen baby
Let's ride
Super duper acid
Turn this rap into some legal dope
Well known Flow
Bitch I
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