Lyrics:
I got a lot of my niggas under investigation
The paranoia that some man has the obligation
To sign them papers haunts me
This real life where'd
Train
Tookie Williams over Coltrane
Eric B by the rope chain
R-S-C, we fosho bang
Tiny Locs and they go crazy
What you know about the dope game?
Was
I hope (I hope)
I hope with the highest of hopes
That I never have to go back to the trap
And my days of dealing with dope
So I, I only spit fire
tryna pull me over
Trunk full of dope but I'd rather get smoked than live, shit
(How brave of this pig ass nigga man)
I'ma take ya
To a place where
and don't call the bitch back
Man that hoe ain't about nothing
Right or wrong living by the streets
Keep that rod so I'm clutching
Laws are meant to be
Back by popular demand
I'm the fucking man
Focused now I'm getting the bands
Count it under hand
Fucking up the summer
I'm just
Fucking up the summer
understand
Yes you can
Rush, shake the van
And catch the Ice Cream Man
They know me
As the loyal citizen
The boy who visited
Hot
But
These New Kids ain't on the Block, they just rode by it
He ain't got the chrome by him; man, his posts lyin'
They easy targets, anemic artists with low
Aye come on that bitch like this
Nah ima come on that bitch that
Aye I'm in the yo right na
By myself man
Aye
Hmmm
Not myself right na
I'm just by
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
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,
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 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
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
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
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
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
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,
, 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
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
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
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