Neighborhood Dopeman 歌词
| 歌曲 | Neighborhood Dopeman |
| 歌手 | Tru |
| 专辑 | Who's Da Killer? |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Tru | |
| Ahhh yeah, one of them ole smooth ass motherfucking mellow beats | |
| For your ass [Chorus x2] | |
| The neighborhood dopeman, dopeman | |
| It's a risky business, selling that cocaine [Master P] | |
| Yo C man, tell them where you from [C-Murder] | |
| I was born in the place where people had to kill | |
| Lots of dopefiends, so many drug deals | |
| Disrespect my elders so | |
| I always cursed | |
| Never tripped when | |
| I seen a nigga in a hearse | |
| Dumb straight, | |
| I was fucked up from the start | |
| They even tell me | |
| I was born, without a heart | |
| But I ain't really tripping off these grown ups | |
| Cause he who got the dope, is the nigga with the big butt | |
| I'm in a room chopping pounds on a silver plate | |
| Sometimes | |
| I'm selling twenties, sometimes | |
| I'm selling weight | |
| I never gave a fuck about right or wrong | |
| Me go to jail, huh, it's like a second home | |
| On the first or fifteenth you know | |
| I don't play | |
| Cause two oz's a day keep the fucking bills paid | |
| Always got my beepers and my mobile phone | |
| And when I raise my shirt, there go the fucking chrome | |
| And you never catch me slipping in this fucking game | |
| Cause I'm the neighborhood dopeman [Master P] | |
| Ahh big timer, shit man if you that big man | |
| Why don't you give your boy one ten tomorrow | |
| Man I get my check in two days or something man | |
| You know how it go [Chorus] [Master P] | |
| Roll up on the set in the drop five | |
| With the giggidy giggidy gat by my damn side | |
| Ready to bust a sucker cap if they talking shit | |
| But if it ain't like that let me talk to this bitch | |
| Bitch was hella-thick, dressed in them daisy dukes | |
| Thinking by a dopefiend she might be a fiend too | |
| Pull out my fat sack of dubs how | |
| I played the bitch | |
| Took her behind the building, and | |
| P got his dick licked | |
| Beeper ringing my boy say he out of dope | |
| Told the bitch see you later, good-bye, see you stank hoe | |
| Call my boys up, | |
| I knew it was a drought man | |
| But I ain't tripping cause at the house | |
| I got three ki's man | |
| Serving them niggas on the set just like some dopefiends | |
| I use to sell them for four but now | |
| I'm selling the bitch for fifteen | |
| And like Cube say, today'll be a good day | |
| Now who the fuck said crime don't fucking pay | |
| The name is | |
| P and you know | |
| I sell that cocaine | |
| In other words | |
| I'm the neighborhood dopeman [Chorus] [talking] | |
| Yo P man what's up man (what's happening) | |
| You know them little young ass niggas man | |
| They got me again man (oh man) | |
| Seven niggas (I told you to come see me man) | |
| Hanging out for you man | |
| I couldn't wait though man (I hear you little daddy) | |
| Niggas came and got me with the motherfucking, | |
| P.C. man That motherfucking (just holler at me later than youknowI'msaying) | |
| Yeah man, give me another one man | |
| I got to keep it pimping you know [Chorus] [Silkk] | |
| Deep up in this game yo like deep as it go | |
| A nigga can't tell me shit, when it come to selling dope | |
| I'm pushing 20's, 50's, hundreds, and slabs | |
| And if that ain't enough | |
| I'm going back up to the lab | |
| Fiends, bitches, blowing up my pager | |
| Them hoes want to make love | |
| I tell them hoes to call me later | |
| Rolling six, and fuck this in this cutlass busting tight ones | |
| Doing a donut on the | |
| L got sweated by the black and white ones | |
| But, that's, the life | |
| I choose to live, fast | |
| And when I'm dropping all them thangs | |
| I keep a 9 up on the dash | |
| When I'm passing out this cocaine | |
| I stay strapped | |
| Selling crack, huh, your neighborhood dopeman [Chorus x2] [Cali G] | |
| I'm breaking out, with the triple beam sacking up | |
| Shit for my niggas, to serve to the dopefiends | |
| Young nigga getting rich, by 16 bezzels | |
| Sitting tight plates and the paint's plates read my bitch | |
| Nigga, nigga living top notch keep my finger | |
| On the trigger case | |
| I have to unload the glock | |
| Cause the game is a mo'fucker | |
| Jealous ass niggas bust cause they trick ass suckers | |
| And even hoes on the set up | |
| Sell a nigga for a note, now that's a dead motherfucker | |
| You can't trust a bitch | |
| Load up in this fifth that's why | |
| I deal with the bullshit | |
| Cause shit is real and | |
| I will never change | |
| Yeah, huh, your neighborhhood dopeman [Master P & dopefiend: talking] [Chorus x2] |
| zuo ci : Tru | |
| Ahhh yeah, one of them ole smooth ass motherfucking mellow beats | |
| For your ass Chorus x2 | |
| The neighborhood dopeman, dopeman | |
| It' s a risky business, selling that cocaine Master P | |
| Yo C man, tell them where you from CMurder | |
| I was born in the place where people had to kill | |
| Lots of dopefiends, so many drug deals | |
| Disrespect my elders so | |
| I always cursed | |
| Never tripped when | |
| I seen a nigga in a hearse | |
| Dumb straight, | |
| I was fucked up from the start | |
| They even tell me | |
| I was born, without a heart | |
| But I ain' t really tripping off these grown ups | |
| Cause he who got the dope, is the nigga with the big butt | |
| I' m in a room chopping pounds on a silver plate | |
| Sometimes | |
| I' m selling twenties, sometimes | |
| I' m selling weight | |
| I never gave a fuck about right or wrong | |
| Me go to jail, huh, it' s like a second home | |
| On the first or fifteenth you know | |
| I don' t play | |
| Cause two oz' s a day keep the fucking bills paid | |
| Always got my beepers and my mobile phone | |
| And when I raise my shirt, there go the fucking chrome | |
| And you never catch me slipping in this fucking game | |
| Cause I' m the neighborhood dopeman Master P | |
| Ahh big timer, shit man if you that big man | |
| Why don' t you give your boy one ten tomorrow | |
| Man I get my check in two days or something man | |
| You know how it go Chorus Master P | |
| Roll up on the set in the drop five | |
| With the giggidy giggidy gat by my damn side | |
| Ready to bust a sucker cap if they talking shit | |
| But if it ain' t like that let me talk to this bitch | |
| Bitch was hellathick, dressed in them daisy dukes | |
| Thinking by a dopefiend she might be a fiend too | |
| Pull out my fat sack of dubs how | |
| I played the bitch | |
| Took her behind the building, and | |
| P got his dick licked | |
| Beeper ringing my boy say he out of dope | |
| Told the bitch see you later, goodbye, see you stank hoe | |
| Call my boys up, | |
| I knew it was a drought man | |
| But I ain' t tripping cause at the house | |
| I got three ki' s man | |
| Serving them niggas on the set just like some dopefiends | |
| I use to sell them for four but now | |
| I' m selling the bitch for fifteen | |
| And like Cube say, today' ll be a good day | |
| Now who the fuck said crime don' t fucking pay | |
| The name is | |
| P and you know | |
| I sell that cocaine | |
| In other words | |
| I' m the neighborhood dopeman Chorus talking | |
| Yo P man what' s up man what' s happening | |
| You know them little young ass niggas man | |
| They got me again man oh man | |
| Seven niggas I told you to come see me man | |
| Hanging out for you man | |
| I couldn' t wait though man I hear you little daddy | |
| Niggas came and got me with the motherfucking, | |
| P. C. man That motherfucking just holler at me later than youknowI' msaying | |
| Yeah man, give me another one man | |
| I got to keep it pimping you know Chorus Silkk | |
| Deep up in this game yo like deep as it go | |
| A nigga can' t tell me shit, when it come to selling dope | |
| I' m pushing 20' s, 50' s, hundreds, and slabs | |
| And if that ain' t enough | |
| I' m going back up to the lab | |
| Fiends, bitches, blowing up my pager | |
| Them hoes want to make love | |
| I tell them hoes to call me later | |
| Rolling six, and fuck this in this cutlass busting tight ones | |
| Doing a donut on the | |
| L got sweated by the black and white ones | |
| But, that' s, the life | |
| I choose to live, fast | |
| And when I' m dropping all them thangs | |
| I keep a 9 up on the dash | |
| When I' m passing out this cocaine | |
| I stay strapped | |
| Selling crack, huh, your neighborhood dopeman Chorus x2 Cali G | |
| I' m breaking out, with the triple beam sacking up | |
| Shit for my niggas, to serve to the dopefiends | |
| Young nigga getting rich, by 16 bezzels | |
| Sitting tight plates and the paint' s plates read my bitch | |
| Nigga, nigga living top notch keep my finger | |
| On the trigger case | |
| I have to unload the glock | |
| Cause the game is a mo' fucker | |
| Jealous ass niggas bust cause they trick ass suckers | |
| And even hoes on the set up | |
| Sell a nigga for a note, now that' s a dead motherfucker | |
| You can' t trust a bitch | |
| Load up in this fifth that' s why | |
| I deal with the bullshit | |
| Cause shit is real and | |
| I will never change | |
| Yeah, huh, your neighborhhood dopeman Master P dopefiend: talking Chorus x2 |
| zuò cí : Tru | |
| Ahhh yeah, one of them ole smooth ass motherfucking mellow beats | |
| For your ass Chorus x2 | |
| The neighborhood dopeman, dopeman | |
| It' s a risky business, selling that cocaine Master P | |
| Yo C man, tell them where you from CMurder | |
| I was born in the place where people had to kill | |
| Lots of dopefiends, so many drug deals | |
| Disrespect my elders so | |
| I always cursed | |
| Never tripped when | |
| I seen a nigga in a hearse | |
| Dumb straight, | |
| I was fucked up from the start | |
| They even tell me | |
| I was born, without a heart | |
| But I ain' t really tripping off these grown ups | |
| Cause he who got the dope, is the nigga with the big butt | |
| I' m in a room chopping pounds on a silver plate | |
| Sometimes | |
| I' m selling twenties, sometimes | |
| I' m selling weight | |
| I never gave a fuck about right or wrong | |
| Me go to jail, huh, it' s like a second home | |
| On the first or fifteenth you know | |
| I don' t play | |
| Cause two oz' s a day keep the fucking bills paid | |
| Always got my beepers and my mobile phone | |
| And when I raise my shirt, there go the fucking chrome | |
| And you never catch me slipping in this fucking game | |
| Cause I' m the neighborhood dopeman Master P | |
| Ahh big timer, shit man if you that big man | |
| Why don' t you give your boy one ten tomorrow | |
| Man I get my check in two days or something man | |
| You know how it go Chorus Master P | |
| Roll up on the set in the drop five | |
| With the giggidy giggidy gat by my damn side | |
| Ready to bust a sucker cap if they talking shit | |
| But if it ain' t like that let me talk to this bitch | |
| Bitch was hellathick, dressed in them daisy dukes | |
| Thinking by a dopefiend she might be a fiend too | |
| Pull out my fat sack of dubs how | |
| I played the bitch | |
| Took her behind the building, and | |
| P got his dick licked | |
| Beeper ringing my boy say he out of dope | |
| Told the bitch see you later, goodbye, see you stank hoe | |
| Call my boys up, | |
| I knew it was a drought man | |
| But I ain' t tripping cause at the house | |
| I got three ki' s man | |
| Serving them niggas on the set just like some dopefiends | |
| I use to sell them for four but now | |
| I' m selling the bitch for fifteen | |
| And like Cube say, today' ll be a good day | |
| Now who the fuck said crime don' t fucking pay | |
| The name is | |
| P and you know | |
| I sell that cocaine | |
| In other words | |
| I' m the neighborhood dopeman Chorus talking | |
| Yo P man what' s up man what' s happening | |
| You know them little young ass niggas man | |
| They got me again man oh man | |
| Seven niggas I told you to come see me man | |
| Hanging out for you man | |
| I couldn' t wait though man I hear you little daddy | |
| Niggas came and got me with the motherfucking, | |
| P. C. man That motherfucking just holler at me later than youknowI' msaying | |
| Yeah man, give me another one man | |
| I got to keep it pimping you know Chorus Silkk | |
| Deep up in this game yo like deep as it go | |
| A nigga can' t tell me shit, when it come to selling dope | |
| I' m pushing 20' s, 50' s, hundreds, and slabs | |
| And if that ain' t enough | |
| I' m going back up to the lab | |
| Fiends, bitches, blowing up my pager | |
| Them hoes want to make love | |
| I tell them hoes to call me later | |
| Rolling six, and fuck this in this cutlass busting tight ones | |
| Doing a donut on the | |
| L got sweated by the black and white ones | |
| But, that' s, the life | |
| I choose to live, fast | |
| And when I' m dropping all them thangs | |
| I keep a 9 up on the dash | |
| When I' m passing out this cocaine | |
| I stay strapped | |
| Selling crack, huh, your neighborhood dopeman Chorus x2 Cali G | |
| I' m breaking out, with the triple beam sacking up | |
| Shit for my niggas, to serve to the dopefiends | |
| Young nigga getting rich, by 16 bezzels | |
| Sitting tight plates and the paint' s plates read my bitch | |
| Nigga, nigga living top notch keep my finger | |
| On the trigger case | |
| I have to unload the glock | |
| Cause the game is a mo' fucker | |
| Jealous ass niggas bust cause they trick ass suckers | |
| And even hoes on the set up | |
| Sell a nigga for a note, now that' s a dead motherfucker | |
| You can' t trust a bitch | |
| Load up in this fifth that' s why | |
| I deal with the bullshit | |
| Cause shit is real and | |
| I will never change | |
| Yeah, huh, your neighborhhood dopeman Master P dopefiend: talking Chorus x2 |
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