parental advisory - dope stories (remix) lyrics
dope stories, i got a few
i got a few
it all jumped in the s.w.a.t.s, cascade by hill store
me and my n-gga ervin swervin ways to clock dough
a’int tryin’ to work no mo’
puffin’ the lo-lo with three and change
n-gga [?] we fiend for dookie roll change
with the jealous sittin’ low with mo’s zinser and the kit
but workin’ at canterbury’s ain’t gonna bring none of this
so sl!ck, here’s the plot give me the pot, fill it with water
and i’ma updat the latest into ounces and a quarter
of that potent, purest
i cut my average best, cook it up
sack it fatter, start our own f-ckin’ business (ha, ha)
now i’m servin’ break dimes, dimes big as twenties
f-ckin’ these b-tches becoming the king up in my city
now recognize the chief with the bigger nuts
yes it’s i with the southside sewed up, sho’ nuff
i blown up thanks to you loco smokers
n-gga that’s murder yes there’s payments on this range rover
fo’ thousands over, i gots to get me
every n-gga for hisself and g.o.d. for us all, see
dope stories, i got a few
tell you ’bout how we used to do
(what, what what yo y’all hear me? ya hear me?)
dope stories, i got a few
tell you bout how we used to do
(p.a. thugged out, n.o.r.e)
(p.a. thugged out, n.o.r.e. what what)
dope stories, i got a few
(n.o.r.e., p.a. thugged out)
tell you ’bout how we used to do
[n.o.r.e.]
gangsta corp, thugged out
we run new york
throw my gang up
flamed out, f-ck your talk
pull the red carpet out
every time that i walk
why you lookin with the shug looks?
and n-ggas is weak
[?]
and the pot cooks
shoot the innocent n-ggas
and them n-ggas that’s crooks
the life i live
shouldn’t be written in books
yo my sound scanner
is off the hook in atlanta
then mingle with the alabama
the freaknik, l.a
get my d-ck sucked in the car
watch me freak it
watch me cruise
in and out, traffic smooth
shorty all restless
i’m like “b-tch don’t move!”
it’s the king of new york
so need not snooze
go at individuals and their crews
and my thug motherf-ckers
take your jewels
say “it’s all nore’s” for my n-ggas from p.a
dope stories, i got a few
tell you bout how we used to do
dope stories, i got a few
(i got a few)
tell you bout how we used to do
(hold up, b-tch)
dope stories, i got a few
(i got a few)
tell you bout how we used to do
dope stories, i got a few
(tell ’em, pimp)
tell you bout how we used to do
[pimp c]
i’m comin’ out of houston with some d off in my trunk
so much d off in my trunk that my speakers won’t bump
n-ggas, talkin’ bout the f-ckin drought
but b-tch i got dope so what the f-ck y’all n-ggas talkin’ bout?
b-tch n-ggas stay broke not hard don’t never win
my heroes in the grave and doin’ time in the pen
i know that bill clampett want to stop all my snow
at six in the morning them hoes kicked in my do’
[big gipp]
nah but f-ck them red dogs on my mind
gipp still puttin’ it down on the streets every time
got bars with sticks
for the ones who l!ck
yes i sell the sh-t
do you want a hit
yes an ounce is an ounce and a pound is a pound
yes a ho is a ho if she all up and down
went from ridin’ the bus, to the clean -ss ‘lac
yeah i know it’s all good cause they all came back
microwave swoll, got a grill full of them chunks
give a f-ck what your body [?]
dope stories, i got a few
tell you bout how we used to do
dope stories, i got a few
tell you bout how we used to do
dope stories, i got a few
tell you bout how we used to do
dope stories, i got a few
tell you bout how we used to do
[mello]
say, my whole essence, my very presence
give n-ggas the chills
my knuckles sh-t up a grill
like pigeons on a windshield
even you b-tches get these elbows ridded
pine-sol, clorox, my flow with you stank hoes
trigger finger itchy, black broken b-tches
runnin up in your crib to see what you got to give me
oh you’s the d-mn dope man
who you gon tell?
who you gon run to after i bail?
don’t play hero tryin’ to defend your hustle
get a shank in your jugular if you dare move a muscle
tears on your cheek how you sellin dope and weak?
somebody else done left you dead
better be glad it was me motherf-cker
put your face off in the carpet
or next time dear preacher
you’ll be the dearly departed
and after goin sour this is a sweet l!ck
what’s yours is mine and i’ma bounce off out like dis
dope stories, i got a few
tell you bout how we used to do
dope stories, i got a few
tell you bout how we used to do
dope stories, i got a few
tell you bout how we used to do
dope stories, i got a few
tell you how we used to do
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