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horseshoe g.a.n.g - dope shit lyrics

yo yo, what y’all know about that shoe gang mixtape, r&b, rap and b-tches

[hook: julius luciano]
dope sh-t, yeah this that dope sh-t
you say it ain’t dope? then you don’t know sh-t
f-ck outta here trynna say we ain’t fresh n-gga
f-ck outta here trynna say we ain’t the best, wait a minute
this is dope sh-t, yeah this that dope sh-t
take one hit, might overdose b-tch
f-ck outta here trynna say we ain’t fresh ho
we rep the west coast, got a problem let’s go

[verse 1: demetrius capone]
i’ll give you two sets of -ss, my -ssets yo
i sicken y’all when i’m in the building, asbestos
as far as best goes, i’m one of the greatest
yo flow dated, ancient aztec old ugh
see i let the beat breathe
i’m reppin’ that cob gang, better c.o.b leave(believe)
i’m a tw-t magnet, not braggin’
keep b-tches in my crib got a full house, bob saget
i’m on the block, and my position
is posted up like a prop, call it proposition
i stay strapped even when i’m chillin’ with my knockas
i’ll push ya t off ya when i’m grippin’ on that blocka

[verse 2: kenny siegel]
smokin’ trees always help me eat the beat
so of course when i’m gone you can’t see me, capiche
my n-ggas cold, we trippin’ like a ski week retreat
if you’re used to winnin’ greet the shoes, please meet defeat
yeah, please leave me deep, believe me please
c.o.b, beep beep our speech
meaning we speak and always back up what we say
strap a clapper on the waist, splacka splacka back away n-gga
the strap make ’em stagger back, these caps always come in handy
i hand ’em caps, leave ’em handicapped
these n-ggas quite foolish i be schoolin’ ’em
even when i’m high you can call it high schoolin’ him

[hook]
dope sh-t, yeah this that dope sh-t
you say it ain’t dope? then you don’t know sh-t
f-ck outta here trynna say we ain’t fresh n-gga
f-ck outta here trynna say we ain’t the best, wait a minute
this is dope sh-t, yeah this that dope sh-t
take one hit, might overdose b-tch
f-ck outta here trynna say we ain’t fresh ho
we rep the west coast, got a problem let’s go

[verse 3: julius luciano]
okay it’s 187, i’m an undercover cop
bang bang, shoot ’em up, now i’m on another block
now it’s 187 when i’m undercover with ya baby mother
with the rubber on my motherf-cking c-ck
iiii’m finna k!ll it, k!ll that p-ssy two times
double homicide, i’m menagin’ with two dimes
then i get behind it, like the heimlich b-tch
tell me that p-ssy mine, even though i know that you lyin’
and i’m doper than overdosin’ on opium
dope is the most potent, the c0ke choke when you smokin’ it
one toke and it’s over with, i’m over the stove with this spit
cookin’ up, crack, n-gga the flow is lit

[verse 4: dice dinero]
f-ck y’all n-ggas i be ratchet wavin’
squeezin’ on my pipe, call it mastur-bation
your b-tch gave a bl-w j-b, i had to, take it
i took that head like decapi-tation
cancer, patient, i’m sick motherf-ckas
call my pistol a pitbull it’ll sick you motherf-ckas
y’all be half-steppin’ one foot is on the stairs
i’m a fly ??? shot like a bullet in the air
don’t mean mug me, oh you wouldn’t wanna stare
my b-tch is my nina i be pullin’ on her hair
???? n-gga, d.o.p.e sh-t
we still in this b-tch, on some b.o.b sh-t

- horseshoe g a n g lyrics

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