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Too Short - City of Dope lyrics
City of Dope, I call it Oak Can't be broke, selling coke Fat ropes, shattered hopes Fresh cars and all that dope Baseheads 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 psychomaniac 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 keys, making G's And all the girls say ";Won't you please Take me"; In the City of Dope 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 ym 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' |
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