happiness Once a brother said I can't work for the white kind Standing on the corner in a soup line Said he's too black, too strong, ain't done nothing
got it (Oh yeah) How ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) How ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) How ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) Now imported from the planet of dope
've just not of been truthful from the start see for me it'd be nothing to say you never had my heart but I'd be lyin f-ckin see why they call this bullsh
give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit Here is something that they just don't know Back to fo, creepin' through the back door I just dope blast 'em '
mouths for ounce Gram for gram, touching all the fiends Why not nigga, ain't that the american dream Have money, fuck hoes, cut low-lows Blow dope dough
gray and black Hope, I just need a ray of that 'Cause no one see's my vision when I play it for 'em They just say it's whack, they don't know what dope
so grey and black Hope I just need a ray of that Cause no one sees my vision when I play it for 'em They just say its wack But they don't know what dope
front of our shirts screaming we miss ya another day, another song, a mother prays another gone but still we play like aint nothing wrong like aint nothing wrong cause aint nothing
can wild out, but instead I just keep to myself and Showbiz just hold his head Wally World (Just hold ya head) True Dog (Just hold ya head) Kerry Dope
Without a ounce of thuggin You go against me, you too can count for nothin Like {"One, two"} like {"three"} like Ha ha, you {"two"} can - count for nothin
Ridgemont 4 Not no bitch and say I still ain't a hoe Letting niggaz know, everyday of the year I pimp my pen and I get my point clear Why niggaz wanna
Ridgemont 4 Not no bitch, and say I still ain't a hoe Letting niggas know, everyday of the year I pimp my pen, and I get my point clear Why niggas wanna
I guess they was feeling each other, to get head in the bed Here I am, first born torn between heaven and hell I tell my people so no to dope but I
I bring it to your chest, soon as you hit the do' You know me as a pro, respect me as a vet I put it down befo', you ain't seen nothing yet My candy
dope) onstage at the show (im certified dope) when im in the studio (im certified dope) im certified dope im certified dope everywhere that i go (im certified dope) onstage at the show (im certified dope
know i love the style on ya blue forty caliber butterfly doors on the triple black challenger and im still in and out got it so im spending out dope boy
nigga, it's them hammers and clips Wanna live in high fashion and rich, so we scramble the strip Camouflage with they hand on the grip Ain't nothing
off the streets, made my homies put the baggies back. (Whoo!) Still snaggin' plaques (yep), still action-packed (yep), and dope.. i keep it flippin' like acrobats. That's why