Nappy boy nigga, Dope... ayyyy Dope I'm a let you remember this time shorty, Dope just cause I luv ya... Dope... now let the horse play... Dope ayyy Dope ya dope
that, to the point where I can't take it, I'm a playa hater, I can't fake it I wanna spill myself, to feel the thrill myself And since I can't be a player
afternoon, and after the moon is gone, and the sun come back around, and the lights goin down cuz it`s night time now, and we still getting down She don`t feel pain
the monster, their souls would be forever Damned to Hell" [Ice T] Enter the death chambre, cash richer, leave ya nutless Cutless with the raw scope, double ya dope
It was a Saturday night on the streets of Cali Threw on my dope silk suit, brushed off my suede Bally's Threw on enough gold for any girl's pleasure Left
Have my mama grieving, crouched to her knees jealous hearted niggaz Y'all wear it on ya sleeve like a scarlet letter for the world to see Can't hide the truth, decedents of pain
won't Give up that easy, no, he won't have it he knows His whole back's to these ropes, it don't matter he's dope He knows that but he's broke, he so
this girl dancing for me and shit Oh word? Yeah where niggas at? Oh we all up in the studio, oh aight, won't you drop this joint? Yo I can't yo I might
A couple wicked rhymes that I wrote really helped a nigga shine with my folks. Cause, nigga, I was broke. Eazy heard us go. And Eazy said, Whoa, yall niggas dope
Mercedes 600 But he wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't But he wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't, wasn't (Chorus til fade)
bitch, you hoes ain't Bone I hope you realize that you ain't Bone You ain't Bone Why don't you realize that you ain't Bone? Nigga, you ain't Bone Ring
niggaz That stuck in the pin they coming home Gotta stay strong 'cause you ain't alone Remember you always got love from home But still this pain and
chorus) I feel no pain I can't complain Stuck in the game Tryin to maintain Cause I'm so real (pimp c) We blow big everyday But that don't stop our pain
Artist: Scarface f/ Bun B (U.G.K.), Z-Ro Typed by: escobar188@yahoo.com [Talking] Nigga don't act like you don't know who I'm talkin' bout (Fifty-Cent
and forgotten, they shoulda known there ain't no stoppin Niggas be floppin, releasin shit when I be droppin Some try to copy, bullshit be sounding sloppy But they can't
the range, I'm floatin' And ain't no stoppin' the rain Cock and I aim, I see you bitches jockin' the name Boppin' to fame, a crooked nigga droppin' in pain
there, they ain't even catch him with dope But they gave him thirty five years 'cause the nigga didn't spoke Snitchin', that's a motherfucker, watch what you say You don't
's on, sewn at the seams (let's do it again) Borrowing dope tape was all good if ya head-bang (do it a) Long as you was ridin', you ain't need to have
