Lyrics:
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
'bout a cage 'cause
We blinded by the ice if I ever fall off
Then I'm back to takin' flights
Yeah, the color came out nice
But the smell's a little off
If
they know
I cut they fingers off
Catch me in Bahamas in Versace sandals
Takeoff got that A-1 dope whip game
Mrs campbells flats in my panorama
Watch me
smokin' and I'm leanin' and
I'm feelin' like a Kingpin
In this game, fast lane, yeah
Me and Jacka speedin'
You could never see my vision
From your low
[Intro (Yukmouth)]
Where my dboys at n***a?
It's yo boy Yuk in the building man
look
[Verse 1 (Yukmouth)]
Rap game lame but the dope game booming
'Cause I am what he wants his girl and I love it
I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that good boy game
But the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that
'Cause I am what he wants his girl and I love it
I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that good boy game
But the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that
a grand apiece
And plus I made the beats, you do the mathematics
No watches, no dope money, I'm just Southern
One of the coldest niggas that's in the game
games
You finna play
Scheduled n****s
For the grim
A dinner date
Pulled up to the gates
Yall gone have to waite
Packing up dope by the crate
D-O-P-E
all the days of my life nigga
I'm a long way from getting by nigga
We on some dope shit
Dope shit
We on some dope shit
Castle with the moat shit
We
I got a dope beat (you got a dope beat?)
I got a dope beat (we got a dope beat)
My name is that top of all of those that mix
Turnin' poetry into
high
And I keep that stainless thang in my lap
Gotta rob, steal and kill
Gotta get by
Gotta roll, smoke dope
Gotta maintain
Get to the West Coast
it
Brick it, weigh it
Flip it, take it
Money to play with
I Am Dope!
Whip game right, got that automatic lock
Watch I remove the top, like I’m ready
Money to play with
I am dope
Whip game right, got that automatic lock
Watch I remove the top, like I'm ready to rock
Got the will & the skill, I'm just
it
I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that good boy game
But the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that he know what I want
So bad, I love that, I can't
Nobody Stand c Chance, Nobody ct cll
Nobody Stand No Chance, Nobody ct cll
I Came On Game cnd Deliever I'm Stacking My Payment Believer I'm Trapping
Ooh yea feeling myself I got away from the dope game
But it feel like I feel cocaine from all these cards I been dealing myself
Ooh yea feeling
until I leave the game stretched
I feel like I'm on dope
She wanna get high (yeah)
If you tryna smoke (smoke)
Then get up in the ride (ride)
'Cause
like a dealer, but my boys run dope game
She's givin' me the full thing, off the cocaine
Like I got a full band, keep my stick by four rings
I ain't
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
and weep
Game four
Guarantee going for the sweep
GENIUS
Its a Dope Gang Party
Henny by the crate
Everything feeling great
Everything feeling great
It's
Intro
Rip to the jacka
All the way to where you stay
Verse 1
2008 I was scraping change for black n milds
Me and feva with a heater in a 2 seater,
with me
Them jackas lurking errywhere
I was always taught to keep my mind on getting it
Fuck yo feelings
This ain't pta fuck volunteers
I was always
games, nigga lose it all
2908 apartment 4, I remember
We were trappin' in and out the dope, I remember
Miss Shirley's house breakin' down them things,
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