City of Dope

City of dope, i call it oak
 Can't be broke, selling coke
 Fat ropes, shattered hopes
 Fresh cars and all that dope
 Baseheads keep the trade alive
 Nobody know about a nine to five
 Everybody's just trying to survive
 You need a gun, can't use those knives
 You got a bullet? well just pull it
 And if you trip, get pistol-whipped
 By a psychomaniac sick in his head
 Wanna be a gangster, now he's dead
 His brother took over, ain't no sweat
 Bought a new drop-top white corvette
 Now he's buying keys, making g's
 And all the girls say "won't you please
 Take me" in the city of dope
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 See i'm hard as hell, no ghetto tale
 You play a gun, but the game is real
 You want to stop my money, how?
 You keep smoking, i'm selling out
 It's called the city of dope, might be your town
 Get a piece of the rock, turn your life around
 So cool, don't even trip
 You got the sack, get on the tip
 A resident in the city of dope
 And every day i'm selling coke
 I'm never broke, i don't smoke
 I sold a rock and made you have a stroke
 Pay cold cash you know, i won't need bruno
 I'll hit you with my gat and then i won't come back
 Like peanut butter top with the candy paint
 All the high school tenders drop down and faint
 In the city of dope
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 Life in a coke town, heard it before
 Think it's all been said, but it's so much more
 It's like midnight, slanging rock
 Task force just hit the block
 Time to make a move, the spot got hot
 You chase a cop, homeboy why not?
 She lit the match and light the crack
 Ain't giving no bitches no kind of slack
 Or if you're playing the game, you're thinking the same
 Goddamn that rock cocaine
 I've seen a lot of my friends go off that pipe
 And every night smoke coke that's white
 So when you get up, man, there you go
 You and that pipe just dogging the hoes
 In the city of dope, and the story goes
 Want to be like free, breaking millions of loaves
 In the city of dope, where the color is gold
 On your neck, and your fingers, and your brand new rolls
 Enough said, but my rap won't end
 It's on a one way trip to san quentin
 Like you my friend, ain't nothing new
 You want to grind that boat til it's way past two
 You say it's not easy, that you're so hard
 Sporting gold tone z's, not credit cards
 Got clout turn 'em out, you got bitches
 You say you're not fake, but i'm telling you this is
 The city of dope, might be your world
 Get a beeper homeboy and just sell that girl
 I'm from the town called "the city of dope"
 It couldn't be saved by john the pope
 So go on, live your life of crime
 The beat'll keep beating while i say my rhyme
 In the city of dope
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 Smoking weed, rolling 'em fat
 You wonder where the boy learned to act like that
 Hey was raised in the ghetto and felt the need
 To roll a fat joint and smoke that weed
 But the tale goes on and years went by
 Another drug came and the boy got high
 Ever since that day, he just wasn't the same
 Where i come from, we call it "rock cocaine"
 Where you come from, you might call it "crack"
 But wherever he went, you see he never came back
 I tried to tell the motherfucker, but he don't know
 I say to coke, "pimp that ho"
 I don't live in a mansion but i drive a benz
 Cut to the turf and collect my ends
 Say "look here freak, kick me down
 I don't have time to talk right now"
 Got to go to, my next hoe
 And get kicked down, a little more
 Left right left, down the street
 Getting paid freak by freak
 There you see me, there you don't
 You wonder will i, or won't
 Is it yes, is it no?
 But does it really matter you freaky hoe?
 In the city of dope