Boondox - Dope Boy lyrics
[Boondox - Dope Boy lyrics]
Methamphetamine's in the crock pot
A hot shot
Martha was stewin up something smell
Like that block rot
Pistols on the kitchen table
Dusted in snow white
Nothing illuminated except for a grow light
Faucet drippin keepin rhythm somethin
By Three 6
Hydro-oxycodone yeah that hillbilly prefix
Razor blades on paper plates them
Remnants from last night
Country livin slow but some still
Caught in that fast life
Nothing on the television direct
Done dipped out
Remote control in pieces guess
That somebody flipped out
Piss stains on the carpеt dogs
Barkin in the back room
Caprice in the drivеway but he
Ain't comin back soon
Somethin in the air to take the
Breath of a sane man
Caught up by surprise it wasn't
Part of the game plan
Got him while he slippin
Still smokin out the heater
Bloody soaked chest piece three
Through the wife beater
White trash dope boy (having big dreams)
Tryina make a lot of noise
Livin life in the fast lane
Rollin down the cash lane
Goin til it motherfuckin crash mane
White trash dope boy (having big dreams)
Tryina make a lot of noise
Livin life in the fast lane
Rollin down the cash lane
Goin til it motherfuckin crash mane
It's all fun and games til somebody get got
Fuck around with grown folks
Somebody gettin shot
Caught up in that life he knew
What he was gettin in to
Seen his daddy live it so he
Knew what he had went through
Roses on the headstone, cemetery visit
Buried half his homeboys and still
He was with it
Get that quick dolla, pussy, dope
Chrome on the Chevy
Went from pushin dime bags to
Rollin out the heavy
Pawn shop piece like a new set of steel nuts
But once you cross a certain line
Best be down to spill guts
Playin with the big boys and
Up another tax bracket
Had the big dream but not the
Brain enough to back it
Try to fly too high you
Crashin down in a spiral
Some got the mind but stupidity is viral
Wrong mothafucka, wrong place, wrong time
Yellow tape the front yard another
Scene of a crime
White trash dope boy (having big dreams)
Tryina make a lot of noise
Livin life in the fast lane
Rollin down the cash lane
Goin til it motherfuckin crash mane
White trash dope boy (having big dreams)
Tryina make a lot of noise
Livin life in the fast lane
Rollin down the cash lane
Goin til it motherfuckin crash mane
A hot shot
Martha was stewin up something smell
Like that block rot
Pistols on the kitchen table
Dusted in snow white
Nothing illuminated except for a grow light
Faucet drippin keepin rhythm somethin
By Three 6
Hydro-oxycodone yeah that hillbilly prefix
Razor blades on paper plates them
Remnants from last night
Country livin slow but some still
Caught in that fast life
Nothing on the television direct
Done dipped out
Remote control in pieces guess
That somebody flipped out
Piss stains on the carpеt dogs
Barkin in the back room
Caprice in the drivеway but he
Ain't comin back soon
Somethin in the air to take the
Breath of a sane man
Caught up by surprise it wasn't
Part of the game plan
Got him while he slippin
Still smokin out the heater
Bloody soaked chest piece three
Through the wife beater
White trash dope boy (having big dreams)
Tryina make a lot of noise
Livin life in the fast lane
Rollin down the cash lane
Goin til it motherfuckin crash mane
White trash dope boy (having big dreams)
Tryina make a lot of noise
Livin life in the fast lane
Rollin down the cash lane
Goin til it motherfuckin crash mane
It's all fun and games til somebody get got
Fuck around with grown folks
Somebody gettin shot
Caught up in that life he knew
What he was gettin in to
Seen his daddy live it so he
Knew what he had went through
Roses on the headstone, cemetery visit
Buried half his homeboys and still
He was with it
Get that quick dolla, pussy, dope
Chrome on the Chevy
Went from pushin dime bags to
Rollin out the heavy
Pawn shop piece like a new set of steel nuts
But once you cross a certain line
Best be down to spill guts
Playin with the big boys and
Up another tax bracket
Had the big dream but not the
Brain enough to back it
Try to fly too high you
Crashin down in a spiral
Some got the mind but stupidity is viral
Wrong mothafucka, wrong place, wrong time
Yellow tape the front yard another
Scene of a crime
White trash dope boy (having big dreams)
Tryina make a lot of noise
Livin life in the fast lane
Rollin down the cash lane
Goin til it motherfuckin crash mane
White trash dope boy (having big dreams)
Tryina make a lot of noise
Livin life in the fast lane
Rollin down the cash lane
Goin til it motherfuckin crash mane