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Dope Game

Check one,check two,lets take a cruise

I done did the game every which way but loose

Nuthin left to do except collect my cash

And I bet that ass that the Mexico gon` last

Put the past on paper,threw away the pager

Cuz these boys keep callin from locs to cookie baker

Mama saved em from the hate,now Ive hard with the pain

Im in the place in your face tryin to sell you a tape

I break records in Texas crippin in Caddies and Benzes

And a pretender if he step up to the bullet bartender

I bet I check and wreck a sucker riding bumper to bumper

I might dump the whole clip and miss and hit your uncle

I aint trippin,flippin,sippin on Purple Lipton

Diggin women in the drop lemon,g livin

I was driven to my last nerve,hittin curbs

Puttin twenties on a grass hurst

End of verseNo shame

Welcome to the dope game

This is where we dont play

Leave your boys with no brains

WhoridasI remember long ago I bever got no love

Still I knew that one day I`d be popular

I used to stand in the circle trying 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 eighteen steaks, on silver plates

Girls fannin my face, others give 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 sets in the southwest

I ain`t got no credit cards except Mexican Express

I`ma dress my baby girl and rock the whole damn world

If you needs track 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 doorsNo shame

Welcome to the dope game

This is where we don`t play

Leave your boys with no brains

WhoridazIt`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 and chills

Three wheelin, dope dealin, killin nuthin but squeels

My third wish was to break this curse and myth

Now I`m worldwide status on your satilite dish

Punk checker, chump wrecker, got the salt and pepper

Left a mark in the game and 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 puts leather on my couch

A thousand dollas a week, my baby girl`s allowance

Dope House bouncin cash to my forgein accountsNo shame

Welcome to the Dope Game

This is where we don`t play

Leave your boys with no brains

Whoridaz

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