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n w a - dopeman (remix) lyrics

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yo dre

it was once said by a man who couldn’t quit
“dopeman, please can i have another hit?”
the dopeman said, “cluck, i don’t give a sh-t
if your girl kneel down and suck my d-ck”

it all happened and the guy tried to choke her
n-gg- didn’t care, she ain’t nothin’ but a smoker
that’s the way goes, that’s the name of the game
young brother gettin’ over by slangin’ ‘caine

gold around his neck in 14 k heaven
b-tches clockin’ on his d-ck twenty-four seven
plus he’s makin’ money, keep the b-ssheads waitin’
rollin six-fo’ wit the fresh -ss daytons

livin’ in compton, california ca
his uzi up yo’ -ss if he don’t get paid
n-gg- beggin’ for credit, he’s knockin’ out teeth
clockin’ much dollars on the 1st and 15th

big wad of money, nuttin’ less than a twenty
yo, you want a five, oh the dopeman’s got plenty
to be a dopeman, boy you must qualify
don’t get high off your own supply

from a ki’ to a g, it’s all about money
ten piece for a champ, b-ss pipe comes free
if people out there are not hip to the fact
if you see somebody gettin’ money for crack, he’s the

dopeman, dopeman, ay man, give me a hit
dopeman, dopeman, yo man, f-ck that sh-t
dopeman, dopeman, we just can’t quit
dopeman, dopeman, well suck this b-tch

wait a minute, wait a minute, who the f-ck are you talkin’ to?
do you know who the f-ck i am? man, i can’t believe this sh-t
this b-tch is tryin’ to gank me, yo i oughta slap you upside yo’ head
with nine inches of limp d-ck

you need a n-gg- with money so you get a dopeman
juice that fool for as much as you can
she like his car and he get wit her
got a black eye ’cause the dopeman hit her

let that slide and you pay it no mind
find that he’s slappin’ you all the time
but that’s okay ’cause he’s so rich
ain’t you ain’t nuttin’ but a dopeman’s b-tch

do what he say and you keep your mouth shut
poppin’ that trash might get you f-cked up
well, sit and cry, if the dopeman strike you
he don’t give a f-ck he got two just like you

there’s another girl in the dopeman’s life
not quite a b-tch but far from a wife
she’s called strawberry and everybody know
strawberry strawberry is the neighborhood hoe

do anything for a hit or two
give the b-tch a rock, she f-cked the whole d-mn crew
it might be your wife and it might make you sick
come home and see her mouth on the dopeman’s d-ck

strawberry, just look and you’ll see her
but don’t f-ck around she’ll give you gonnorhea
if people out there are not hip to the fact
the strawberry is a girl sellin p-ssy for crack to the

dopeman, dopeman, ay man, give me a hit
dopeman, dopeman, yo man, f-ck that sh-t
dopeman, dopeman, in yo’ face
dopeman, dopeman, yo dre, kick in the b-ss

if you smoke ‘caine, you a stupid motherf-cker
known around the hood as the schoolyard clucker
doin’ that crack with all the money you got
on your hands and knees, searchin’ for a piece of rock

jonesin’ for a hit and you’re lookin’ for mo’
done stole the alpine out of eazy’s six-fo’
you need your -ss whupped ’cause it’s out of this earth
to get a ten-piece need a dollar fifty work

knucklehead n-gg-, yeah you turned into a crook
but swear up and down boy that you ain’t hooked
you beat your friend up and you whupped his -ss long
’cause he hit the pipe ’til the rock was all gone

you robbin’ and stealin’, buggin’ and illin’
while the dopeman’s dealin’, what is healin’ yo’ pain?
cocaine, this sh-t’s insane
yo e she’s a berry, let’s run a train

man, i wouldn’t touch that b-tch, me neither
hoe go home and wash out your beaver
and n-gg-z out there messin’ up people’s health
yo, what the f-ck you gotta say for yourself?

well, i’m the dopeman, yeah boy, wear a courderoy
money up to here but unemployed
you keep smokin’ that rock and my pockets gettin’ bigger
yo, got that five-oh double up n-gg-

yeah high rollin’, big money i’m foldin’
b-tch on my tip for the d-ck, i’m holdin’
sprung strawberry jockin’ me so early
hoe you wanna hit you gotta get your knees dirty

now that’s my life, that’s how it’s cut
hey dopeman, b-tch, shut the f-ck up
gotta make a run, it’s a big money deal
gankers got the fake but you can get the real from the

dopeman, dopeman, yeah that’s me
dopeman, dopeman, yo can i get a g?
dopeman, dopeman, clock as much as he can
f-ck this sh-t who am i? the dopeman

yo mr. dopeman, you think you’re slick?
you sold crack to my sister and now she’s sick
but if she happens to die because of your drug
i’m puttin’ in your coolo, a thirty-eight slug

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