Dope Game

歌詞

Check 1, check 2, let's take a cruise I done did the game every which way but loose Nothin' left to do except collect my cash & I bet that ass that the Mex gon' last Put the past on paper, threw away my pager Cause these boys keep callin' from loc's to Cookie Baker Mama saved 'em from the hate, now I'm hard with the pain I'm in the place in your face tryin' to sell you a tape I break records in Texas creepin' in Caddies & Benz's & a pretender if he step up to the bullet bartender I bet I check & wreck a sucker ridin' bumper to bumper I might dump the whole clip & miss & hit your uncle I ain't trippin' flippin' sippin' on purple Lipton Diggin' Bivd in the drop lemon, G livin' I was driven to my last nerve, hittin' curbs Puttin' 20's on a grass hurst End of verse. [Chorus:] No shame Welcome to the Dope Game This is were we don't play Leave your boys with no brains Whoridas. [x2] I remember long ago I never got no love Still I knew that one day I'd be popular I used to stand in the circle tryin' to smoke your bud Just hopin' that the blunt wouldn't pass me up I used to ask for a sip of your syrup I used to never walk around with the white cup Now I eat 18 steaks on silver plates Girls fanin' my face, others feedin' me grapes By the grace of God, I was given the job To run through the rap game like corn on the cob So blessed in my test, I bought my set's in the southwest I ain't got no credit cards except Mexican Express I'm a dress my baby girl & rock the whole damn world If you needs tracks Happy P got my referal Your head twirl to the sounds of the SP Mex Ridin' in the Lex with a dog named Plex Southside to the north, at the old golf course The valet the white Porsche with the bulletproof doors. [Chorus:] No shame Welcome to the Dope Game This is were we don't play Leave your boys with no brains Whoridas. [x2] It's the L O S C O Y Pack the pistola, oh me oh my My nina shine like the sun, I never ask for a crumb For breakfast my chef makes me eggs-fuyon I've come from the hills of ghetto thrills & chills 3 wheelin' dope dealin' killin' nothin' but squeels My 3rd Wish was to break this curse & myth Now I'm worldwide status on your satilite dish Punk checker, chump wrecker, got the salt & the pepper Left a mark in the game & never been a half stepper Leopard skin on my couch, be like Oscar the Grouch From the streets pullin' rocks out my kangaroo pouch But I told these boys, never at my house Whether it's the ounce that put's leather on my couch A thousand dollar's a week, my baby girl's allowance Dope House bouncin' cash to my forgein accounts. [Chorus:] No shame Welcome to the Dope Game This is were we don't play Leave your boys with no brains Whoridas. [x2]