歌曲 | Dope Mann |
歌手 | Master P |
专辑 | Ghetto Bill |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Miller, Twillie | |
Don't try this at home if you ain't no real hustler | |
I'm like Betty Crocker in the kitchen | |
The Ice Cream Man back, you lil' boys been fuckin the game up | |
But just watch and listen and you might get paid | |
[Chorus: repeat 2X] | |
Dope man, dope man - yeah that's me | |
I can flip a half an ounce to a quarter ki' | |
Dope man, dope man - yeah that's me | |
I used to slang in the hood now I'm on TV | |
[Master P] | |
The first lesson in the cookin of dope | |
You need water, bakin soda, P-12 and a stove | |
Take a mayonnaise jar, put it in the pot | |
Pour some cold water on it before the glass pop | |
You see some liquid yeah don't po' that out | |
Because that's the type of shit gon' get you a car or a house | |
I mean, shake it up 'til the shit turn white | |
And don't sell to no snitches cause that's 20 to life | |
You can't trust nobody, not even your boo | |
You got one pistol? Man get you three or two | |
You can find us on the corner, man sellin that cream | |
And we don't fuck with no weed 'less it's purple or green | |
[Chorus] | |
[Master P] | |
I done made a lil' money and it's time to invest | |
I bought some chrome spinnin shoes man the size of Shaq | |
The Caddy needed paint so I dipped it in candy | |
Put some ice on my wrists like I'm goin to the Grammy | |
I'm a country boy so let the truth be told | |
The last couple of these I brought a couple of gold | |
I went to the club, got a couple of hoes | |
Call me Ghetto Bill, I'm tryin to flip me a roll | |
Handle that rock like I'm goin to the pros | |
I got boys that'll tag ya toe | |
Send money to the pen my homies doin the {?} | |
I got it for 16-5 if you lookin for coke | |
[Chorus] | |
[Master P] | |
I heard a couple of homies snitchin, they didn't want to go to jail | |
Now you done changed my life, seen my boy get killed | |
No mo' standin on the block with them nickels and dimes | |
Ready to take it to the streets with these gangster rhymes | |
I told Drumma, man mix me a beat | |
We in the club shorty feelin the freaks | |
I'm in the hood or I'm on TV | |
You can't mention the South 'less you mention me | |
Cause I'm the nigga put the Ice Cream in the dope game | |
I'm the nigga put the UNNNNGH in the rap game | |
I'm the first motherfucker to say "hot boy" | |
And I could never fall off, cause I'll go back to slangin rocks boy | |
I taught the world how to do dat dere | |
So stop hatin man, I mean you right there | |
I'm like, bad grass I ain't goin nowhere | |
It's the New No Limit shorty this is our year | |
[Chorus] |
zuo ci : Miller, Twillie | |
Don' t try this at home if you ain' t no real hustler | |
I' m like Betty Crocker in the kitchen | |
The Ice Cream Man back, you lil' boys been fuckin the game up | |
But just watch and listen and you might get paid | |
Chorus: repeat 2X | |
Dope man, dope man yeah that' s me | |
I can flip a half an ounce to a quarter ki' | |
Dope man, dope man yeah that' s me | |
I used to slang in the hood now I' m on TV | |
Master P | |
The first lesson in the cookin of dope | |
You need water, bakin soda, P12 and a stove | |
Take a mayonnaise jar, put it in the pot | |
Pour some cold water on it before the glass pop | |
You see some liquid yeah don' t po' that out | |
Because that' s the type of shit gon' get you a car or a house | |
I mean, shake it up ' til the shit turn white | |
And don' t sell to no snitches cause that' s 20 to life | |
You can' t trust nobody, not even your boo | |
You got one pistol? Man get you three or two | |
You can find us on the corner, man sellin that cream | |
And we don' t fuck with no weed ' less it' s purple or green | |
Chorus | |
Master P | |
I done made a lil' money and it' s time to invest | |
I bought some chrome spinnin shoes man the size of Shaq | |
The Caddy needed paint so I dipped it in candy | |
Put some ice on my wrists like I' m goin to the Grammy | |
I' m a country boy so let the truth be told | |
The last couple of these I brought a couple of gold | |
I went to the club, got a couple of hoes | |
Call me Ghetto Bill, I' m tryin to flip me a roll | |
Handle that rock like I' m goin to the pros | |
I got boys that' ll tag ya toe | |
Send money to the pen my homies doin the ? | |
I got it for 165 if you lookin for coke | |
Chorus | |
Master P | |
I heard a couple of homies snitchin, they didn' t want to go to jail | |
Now you done changed my life, seen my boy get killed | |
No mo' standin on the block with them nickels and dimes | |
Ready to take it to the streets with these gangster rhymes | |
I told Drumma, man mix me a beat | |
We in the club shorty feelin the freaks | |
I' m in the hood or I' m on TV | |
You can' t mention the South ' less you mention me | |
Cause I' m the nigga put the Ice Cream in the dope game | |
I' m the nigga put the UNNNNGH in the rap game | |
I' m the first motherfucker to say " hot boy" | |
And I could never fall off, cause I' ll go back to slangin rocks boy | |
I taught the world how to do dat dere | |
So stop hatin man, I mean you right there | |
I' m like, bad grass I ain' t goin nowhere | |
It' s the New No Limit shorty this is our year | |
Chorus |
zuò cí : Miller, Twillie | |
Don' t try this at home if you ain' t no real hustler | |
I' m like Betty Crocker in the kitchen | |
The Ice Cream Man back, you lil' boys been fuckin the game up | |
But just watch and listen and you might get paid | |
Chorus: repeat 2X | |
Dope man, dope man yeah that' s me | |
I can flip a half an ounce to a quarter ki' | |
Dope man, dope man yeah that' s me | |
I used to slang in the hood now I' m on TV | |
Master P | |
The first lesson in the cookin of dope | |
You need water, bakin soda, P12 and a stove | |
Take a mayonnaise jar, put it in the pot | |
Pour some cold water on it before the glass pop | |
You see some liquid yeah don' t po' that out | |
Because that' s the type of shit gon' get you a car or a house | |
I mean, shake it up ' til the shit turn white | |
And don' t sell to no snitches cause that' s 20 to life | |
You can' t trust nobody, not even your boo | |
You got one pistol? Man get you three or two | |
You can find us on the corner, man sellin that cream | |
And we don' t fuck with no weed ' less it' s purple or green | |
Chorus | |
Master P | |
I done made a lil' money and it' s time to invest | |
I bought some chrome spinnin shoes man the size of Shaq | |
The Caddy needed paint so I dipped it in candy | |
Put some ice on my wrists like I' m goin to the Grammy | |
I' m a country boy so let the truth be told | |
The last couple of these I brought a couple of gold | |
I went to the club, got a couple of hoes | |
Call me Ghetto Bill, I' m tryin to flip me a roll | |
Handle that rock like I' m goin to the pros | |
I got boys that' ll tag ya toe | |
Send money to the pen my homies doin the ? | |
I got it for 165 if you lookin for coke | |
Chorus | |
Master P | |
I heard a couple of homies snitchin, they didn' t want to go to jail | |
Now you done changed my life, seen my boy get killed | |
No mo' standin on the block with them nickels and dimes | |
Ready to take it to the streets with these gangster rhymes | |
I told Drumma, man mix me a beat | |
We in the club shorty feelin the freaks | |
I' m in the hood or I' m on TV | |
You can' t mention the South ' less you mention me | |
Cause I' m the nigga put the Ice Cream in the dope game | |
I' m the nigga put the UNNNNGH in the rap game | |
I' m the first motherfucker to say " hot boy" | |
And I could never fall off, cause I' ll go back to slangin rocks boy | |
I taught the world how to do dat dere | |
So stop hatin man, I mean you right there | |
I' m like, bad grass I ain' t goin nowhere | |
It' s the New No Limit shorty this is our year | |
Chorus |