Jadakiss, Chinx - Dope House lyrics

My nigga if you ain't coppin' you ain't
Got no business around the fucking spot
Fuck you hangin 'round the trap for?
Up out my dope house

Booking on the interstate I'm
Bailing with them bricks
Cooking with the flour
Hit me if you need the fish
Bottom of the ninth, choppers loaded
That's the ball game
Pussy you a target and I barely ever miss
Fuck up out my dope house
Fuck up out my dope house
Fuck up out my dope house
Fuck up out my dope house

No degrees but did my thing in culinary
Either that or could've hit
Them courts and hoop
Creep up on them with them
Hammers we gon' nail em
Keep my pistols smoking like
Some Campbell soup
DA tryna lock me up for child
Abuse cause I was whippin' babies
In the daycare, and pushed em off the stoop
Chopper with the scope
Tell them niggas merry Christmas
But it won’t be Santa Claus
Niggas sending through your roof
Catch a nigga hanging round the trap
He need to buy something
I’ma do the chicken dance with
Flocka when them pies come
Pull up to the dock and park
The V up on the boat pussy nigga
Guarantee less than a key will get you smoked
When that money come in
You and some your niggas fall out
Hate it when you pull up to
The venue with them cars out
All my diamonds blue
The jeweler got me on some loc shit
And them killers with me down to shoot
Ain’t with no ho shit

Booking on the interstate I'm
Bailing with them bricks
Cooking with the flour
Hit me if you need the fish
Bottom of the ninth, choppers loaded
That's the ball game
Pussy you a target and I barely ever miss
Fuck up out my dope house
Fuck up out my dope house
Fuck up out my dope house
Fuck up out my dope house


Yeah, fuck up out my dope house
Where them niggas came from montega Jada
Where you think I got the name from
Raised round the junkies
Where you think I got my game from
Soon as the love stop
That’s when the pain come
We ain’t selling bundles either
We just moving big shit
Try to disappear with some work
Get your wig split
You can try to find a vein
Or you can sniff shit get it on the arm then
I need a little interest
Naw you can’t live with us
We don’t want no visitors
People call us drug dealers
I say we distributors
Haters gone hate cause we keep
Making em sick of us keep making it hot
They gone think about evicting us

Booking on the interstate I'm
Bailing with them bricks
Cooking with the flour
Hit me if you need the fish
Bottom of the ninth, choppers loaded
That's the ball game
Pussy you a target and I barely ever miss
Fuck up out my dope house
Fuck up out my dope house
Fuck up out my dope house
Fuck up out my dope house