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The Jacka (The Jacka) · Kenny Dope Presents Dope Jams (Barbara Tucker) · Really Really Happy (The Muffs) · Really Really (Kevin Gates) · Really Really Happy (The Muffs) · Really Really Happy (The Muffs) · Really Really (Kevin Gates) · Dope or Dog Food (Z-Man) · Hell Razah: Digital Dope Music Dosage One (Tapeminatti) · Legal Dope (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


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
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
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
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
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...
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
a jack-a**
Don't give a s*** what people talkin' 'bout fam
Haters shake my hand but I keep the sanitizer on deck
Hope I really get to see thirty
Wanna settle
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
you do it mom, huh?
She copped the toys I would play with in my room by myself, why he by himself?
He got two older brothers, one hood, one good
nine hundred and seventy-two 
That's the year I got here when my dear mother's water blew 
Not really realizing the prize that's been begot to her
yeah
Yeah, yeah (Wod I think that's a really dope perspective)
She was risen when I was telling her stuff
Oh I can go on too
really drink
I really do rage my demons at the cage
By most of the day before I became the age to even wage
I was drowning them sorrows with some more E
really think
You could see what I see, yes I really wink
Yes I really drink
I really do rage my demons at the cage
By most of the day before I became
the town called "The City of Dope"
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
So go on, live your life of crime
The beat'll keep beating while I say my rhyme
loud in by the bag more potent than the last one
I've been the latest fashion
I've been cold, but my new flow doper than my last one
Dope-doper than my
Written off and spit on by this really sick ass system 
You can roll what I roll in the swirl from the smoke
Somebody take a vote, the devil is dope
Beats so dope, they grabbed you by the collar
This poem's, a lethal weapon
You don't tickle, keep on steppin'
Schoolly School, too damn cool
Dope
Written off and spit on by this really sick ass system 
 You can roll what I roll in the swirl from the smoke
 Somebody take a vote, the devil is dope
never change
Young K.R., I.T. my niggas say
Gotta keep a dash closed with the .44
'Cause them jackas rob 'round here every day
So I chill, for the bills,
of purple rain
Tell them fuck critics I'll never change
Young K.R., I.T. my niggas say
Gotta keep a dash closed with the .44
'Cause them jackas rob 'round
I take grams of coke,
Mix it with lactose, that's what I do!
Stretch
I make a ounce a dope
With like a eighth of dope, befo' I'm through!
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