The Dope House Mind

歌詞

I gotta palomino horse with versacci saddle Ima cocaine cowboy with crops n cattle Half dog and jackal pop Don like snapple Got my first paycheck when I robbed the randall's Flow hot like campbell's change broads like channels Two or three at time cuz we all just mammals The songs I sample bought my mom a castle Bought pops a fuckin non filter box of camels Comp soft n fragile get stomped and trampled While they bitch in my car tryna bob for apples Sport glocks in flannels with the common vandals Takin hits off homemade bong with handles Its a lawless battle as my toughts unravel Pull my gun and like eggs niggaz dodge and scramble Still lost in travel and my hearts in shambles While the seeds in my weed snap pop n crackle [Chorus: x2] Who fuks with the rhyme of the dope house mind Who shines in the dark in these end of times Line after line who keep it the realest [Carolyn:] Only u cuz the others to scared to live it I do videos with a bunch of pretty hoes In a benz wearin K-mart dickie clothes Give a toast listen close to dat nigga Los When we was hungry Mom would say "Get the fishin poles" Really thou back when I sported chilli bowls And used to dream about rappin on Jenny Jones My city thowed stop actin lik u didnt kno Gettin rich n we still screamin "Gimme mo!" In the props gotta stay on ya tippy toes They tryda kill me few bullets came really close Now tha bitch is froze twisted in a wicked pose And his toes colda than my Michelobs Diggin holes lik ima tryna find some hidden gold He got nice shoes, wonda if I fit on those? The sickest flows, I got guns dat can kill a ghost At the club wearin dead man's Kenneth Coles [Chorus: x2] Candy blue 5 parka and a moonlight sparka Let me tell ya bout the life of a pure white rocka A true live balla, might cruise my 'pala Or just soak in the sun and take poolside calla Its the hood fly talka and if you lik drama Ima da rappa dat'll rap ya in a two-ply potna With fruit flies gonna my ginsu knife sharpa Den dat thang they was swangin at the Luke Skywalka Listen boo, I gotta notta screw tight on tha Fukin brain that aint been sane since a cute shy toddla My new nine's hotta than a july jogga Or even me on the news sayin "Oooh hi Momma" Neva knew my fatha til I grew quite larga But by the I was ten walkin through high water Old dude tried harda then a suicide bomba Im like "Dad is too late, Ima foo, why botha" [Chorus: x4]