Lyrics:
These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you by Suburban Noize
D-Loc, Saint Vicious, DJ Bobby be, Pakelika
The bakers man, bake me a cake
a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less that the best is a felony
Love it or leave it
You better gain way
You better hit
bands
Member sellin' rocks, now I'm the man
I'm on demand
Pull up to the light, fexlin' a lot
What is you in?
I'm sippin' the lean, smoking the dope
Don't
of the dope
Balled up like nuggets
I get it by the truckload
Boxed up like Huggies
Hooked up with Paper Route
We ‘bout to make it ugly
Shouts out to Daddy-O,
of a few niggas that beat the man
[Chorus]
[Mannie Fresh]
See, check it out, the dope game is a mother fucker, young man
I bet you yo lil ass ain't
Pull up, cash
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Dope, dope, yeah, yeah, yeah) either way, same difference
I been possessed on this all
I got my side
boys and now we dope man
We the hottest niggas in the city
Where them bitches (Where they at?)
Hottest nigga in the city, where them bitches at
We
a motherfucker
Seen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother
Go to prison in love with a bitch and a nigga fuck her
I seen real G's destroyed by real
not?
Down on Sesame Street, the dope spot
There he saw the lady who lived in a shoe
Sold dope out the front, but in back, marijuana grew
For
a motherfucker
Seen a nigga snitch on they mom, shoot at they brother
Go to prison in love with a bitch and a nigga fuck her
I seen real G's destroyed by real
surveillance, that's what somebody be telling
Know there's dope being sold, but I ain't the one selling!
Don't want to be another number
I gotta puff a gang
surveillance, that's what somebody be telling
Know there's dope being sold, but I ain't the one selling!
Don't want to be another number
I gotta puff a gang
surveillance, that's what somebody be telling
Know there's dope being sold, but I ain't the one selling!
Don't want to be another number
I gotta puff a gang
Find another crew of niggas that can fuck with this
Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool
You must be on dick dope and dynamite
How you
(snoop)
I'm in a murderous-mental mind state, monopolizin on 'em
Enterprise with homicide, rock this dope and cut them corners (corners)
Worldwide,
smoking dope I was selling coke
Well rocked up to a 8 year old
When it popped up, call it pot luck
500 G's, nigga pretty please
Condos, where it's sun
to see ya cluck clucka (Clucka)
I'm not just a rapper I'm a dope dealer
(Dope man)
And I Ignorant motherfucker spray cap peeler
(Cap peeler) it's like bass
, dope, man it sold me
If I was from Colorado, I'd know how to ski
If I was from Hawaii, I'd know how to surf
But I'm from the trenches of Atlanta
I know
a pound and leave you bitch niggas in disbelief
Inhale the smoke and every word I wrote came out dope
Not like that crack, I being lyrical dope above
keeping dope fiends forever high
Forever fire get lit wit' the trigger eye
Twenty split, gun the bitch, leave her dead I
Man I put your block on four
Hit K
I don't want to go to
Mexico no more more more
There's a big fat police man
At my door door door grab me by the collar
Got me for my dollars i don't
yo' face on a fresh tee sendin' that ass to the morgue
Better be cool if you don't, that's all on you
16 worth a mill my whole clique push dope
the yard
'Cause I go hard
Talk to 'em, concrete salad
Please don't confuse me with a wannabe, shawty
I'm a dope boy, remember me from 100 street probably
one-on-one
Take this dope, hit a one on one
Ain't nothing else to do, she wanna cum for fun
I'm by myself, I brung no one
Nigga, she want me like Givenchy
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