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Too Short( Too $hort )
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City of Dope
Lyricist:Alfred Eaton, Todd Anthony Shaw
City of dope, I call it oak, can't be broke, selling coke Fat ropes, shattered hopes fresh cars and all that dope Base heads keep the trade alive, nobody know about a 9 to 5 Everybody's just trying to survive, you need a gun Can't use those knives you got a bullet? Well just pull it and if you trip
Get pistol-whipped by a psycho maniac sick in his head Wanna be a gangster, now he's dead, his brother took over Ain't no sweat, bought a new drop-top white Corvette Now he's buying ki's making G's and all the girls say ‽Won't you please take me in the city of dopeâ€
See I'm hard as hell, no ghetto tale, you play a gun But the game is real, you want to stop my money, how? You keep smoking, I'm selling out, it's called the city of dope Might be your town get a piece of the rock, turn your life around So cool, don't even trip you got the sack, get on the tip A resident in the city of dope and every day I'm selling coke
I'm never broke, I don't smoke, I sold a rock And made you have a stroke, pay cold cash you know I won't need Bruno, I'll hit you with my gat And then I won't come back like my peanut butter Top with the candy paint, all the high school tenders Drop down and faint in the city of dope
Life in a coke town, heard it before, think it's all been said But it's so much more it's like midnight, slanging rock Task force just hit the block, time to make a move The spot got hot, you chase a cop, homeboy why not? She lit the match and light the crack, ain't giving no bitches No kind of slack or if you're playing the game You're thinking the same, goddamn that rock cocaine
I've seen a lot of my friends gone off that pipe and every night Smoke coke that's white, so when you get up, man, there you go Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com You and that pipe just dogging the hoes in the city of dope And the story goes, want to be like free, breaking millions of mo In the city of dope, where the color is gold On your neck, and your fingers, and your brand new rolls
Enough said, but my rap won't end, it's on a one way Trip to San Quinten like you my friend, ain't nothing new You want to grind that boat till it's way past two You say it's not easy, that you're so hard sporting gold tone Z's Not credit cards got clout turn 'em out, you got bitches
You say you're not fake, but I'm telling you this is the city of dope Might be your world get a beeper homeboy and just sell that girl I'm from the town called the city of dope it couldn't be saved By John the Pope so go on, live your life of crime The beat'll keep beating while I say my rhyme in the city of dope
Smoking weed, rolling 'em fat you wonder where The boy learned to act like that he was raised in the ghetto And felt the need to roll a fat joint and smoke that weed But the tale goes on and years went by another drug came And the boy got high ever since that day, he just wasn't the same
Where I come from, we call it rock cocaine, where you come from You might call it crack but wherever he went You see he never came back, I tried to tell the motherfucker But he don't know I say to coke, pimp that hoe I don't live in a mansion but I drive a Benz
Cut to the turf and collect my ends, say look here freak, kick me down I don't have time to talk right now got to go to, my next hoe And get kicked down, a little more left right left, down the street Getting paid freak by freak there you see me, there you don't You wonder will I, or won't, is it yes, is it no? But does it really matter you freaky hoe? In the city of dope
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