Lyrics:
to hold the coke
Duck the cops bob and weave, Ali rope-a-dope
No [?] don't lease cars you could hold the note
We premium I'm like a medium how I control
what the kids say
We're white punks on dope
Mom and Dad moved to Hollywood
Hang myself when I get enough rope
Can't clean up, though I know I
Watts and South Central to Compton
I wish you could've been a fly on the wall in my dope spot
Leaning with a tuck in my drawers and I hope not
'Cause
yellow-bellied
Son of Tricky Dicky's
Gonna Mother Hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope, woo-hoo
No
yellow-bellied
Son of Tricky Dicky's
Gonna Mother Hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope, woo-hoo
No
So these are the ropes
The tricks of the trade
The rules of the road
You're one of the dopes
For whom they were made
The rules of the road
So these are the ropes
The tricks of the trade
The rules of the road
You're one of the dopes
For whom they were made
The rules of the road
Well these are the ropes
The tricks of the trade
The rules of the road
I'm one of the dopes
For whom they were made
I'm a fool of the road
Yo man, what you need?
Yo uh, man, I need something, man
I need a twenty, man
What you got, man?
I, I got this rope chain, man
Man, this look
So these are the ropes,
The tricks of the trade,
The rules of the road.
You're one of the dopes
For whom they were made,
The rules
Yo man, what you need?
Yo uh, man, I need something, man
I need a twenty, man
What you got, man?
I, I got this rope chain, man
Man, this look
got the dope in my sock
I got the dope
Hit her one time and I bet you gon' choke
Trying to take my dope my nigga
I'm coming to hang you on rope
Feeling
Skip a rope, skip a rope
Awwwww listen to the children
While they play
Now, ain't it kinda' funny
What the children say.
Skip a rope
an Indian rope trick
Long and tough ain't hard enough
Just as tight a$ a dope fiend's fix my friend
Get it up and do your stuff
Tight a$ you can boogie
dope, but I can't cope
So hit the fuckin' road and piss up a rope
You can piss up a rope
And you can put on your shoes, hit the road get truckin'
with
Not blameless for the straps and the dope that I hold
The sacks that I sold
Kept my baby out the cold and her belly full of food
And her back never
an Indian rope trick
Long and tough ain't hard enough
Just as tight a$ a dope fiend's fix my friend
Get it up and do your stuff
Tight a$ you can boogie
come the right track
Cartoon cutout
Cut throat bled out
I'm on your side
Be on the both side
I'm alright Jack
You get off my back
I'm no dope
I
I'm dope my 's as thick as a rope
I'm dope kill a cop for a joke
I'm dope i'm a misanthrope
I don't hold out hope i'm an adult joke
Yeah I'm dope
come the right track
Cartoon cutout
Cut throat bled out
I'm on your side
Be on the both side
I'm alright Jack
You get off my back
I'm no dope
I
So these are the ropes,
The tricks of the trade,
The rules of the road.
You're one of the dopes
For whom they were made,
The rules
City of Dope, I call it Oak
Can't be broke, selling coke
Fat ropes, shattered hopes
Fresh cars and all that dope
Baseheads keep the trade alive
come close i came into this world with
My back against the ropes
So watch this footwork it's the rope a dope
If I fall I get up again
If I lose somehow
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