City of Dope

City of Dope,

I call it

OakCan’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

CorvetteNow he’s buying keys, making

G’sAnd 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

BrunoI’ll hit you with my gat and then

I won’t come back

Like eym peanut butter top with the candy paint

All the high school tenders drop down and faint

In the City of

DopeLife 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 go off that pipe

And every night smoke coke that’s white

So when you get up, man, there you go

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 loaves

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 Quentin

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

DopeSmoking weed, rolling ’em fat

You wonder where the boy learned to act like that

Hey 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 ho”

I don’t live in a mansion but

I drive a

BenzCut 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