Fat Joe, Dre, Jadakiss - Dopeman lyrics

Ayo Hype, what up? Crack, nigga!
Darkside, yeah, yo

Tryin' to cut the top off the Porsche
Put a bitch in the front
Better yet hundred sticks for
The niggas that front
I got a steel in them packs
Got 'em right in the trunk
Shoot the snap back off your
Muh'fuckin' head if you want
I got a guardian angel
Yeah she stay in the hood
And she pop up whenever I touch
The grain on the wood
I got a bitch from Atlanta
She remind me of Pebbles
Got a hell of an ass, this redbone is a devil
She call me Marty McFly
Nike Back To The Future 10 racks on my feet
But that's somethin' I'm used to


I put my team on the map
You other niggas is fake worse than Oregon
You switch a different jersey a day
I'm in the beach somewhere foreign
I'm in your bitch while you snorin'
A million cash off the tour
Then I'm back in the mornin'
I'm fuckin' sick of you niggas
I'm about to throw up a million
Doctor oz in the kitchen:
Cook a perfect prescription

Yeah, gold prezzie, gold prezzie
Rollin' in Bugattis i got that Ringo Starr
I'm slingin' Paul McCartney
Bitch I'm in the kitchen with
That Arm & Hammer
Whipping George Harrison, John Lennon
Dopeman! Dopeman!
Dopeman bitch, I'm the dopeman
Bitch I'm in the kitchen with
That Arm & Hammer
Whippin' George Harrison, John Lennon

Of course I could get 'em
But do you know what to do with 'em?
60 for the brick even if you cop a few of 'em
Talkin' about that diesel: the
Root of all evil
You could use your nostrils
Or you could use a needle
I need a hundred more, and I want it pure
'Cause when somebody die off it
Then they want it more!
The hustlers we surrounded by niggas
That hold the hammers
Oxys got generic, switched it to Opana's
When you give 'em a 9
Or better they go bananas
Make a million dollars a month:
That's what the plan was
Now to catch the mornin' shift
'Cause they need that mornin' sniff
Thousand bundles finished by 11
Then I'm blowin' a spliff
Show you how to get right, crib right
Whip right
Ten dollars a bag, but it's 20 after midnight
Pill man, weed man, stove man, coke man
You know who I am
Motherfucker: I'm the dopeman

Yeah, gold prezzie, gold prezzie
Rollin' in Bugattis i got that Ringo Starr
I'm slingin' Paul McCartney
Bitch I'm in the kitchen with
That Arm & Hammer
Whipping George Harrison, John Lennon
Dopeman! Dopeman!
Dopeman bitch, I'm the dopeman
Bitch I'm in the kitchen with
That Arm & Hammer
Whippin' George Harrison, John Lennon

Yo, cut the man off the middle
I want it all off the top
'Bout to yacht me a nigga
Run him off of the block
I'm takin' all of the profit
Purchasin' more of the product
Invest in killers and dealers to
Take my company public
I got a thing for them strippers
Got a pole in the mansion
White hoe, Marilyn Manson
This for all of my niggas
Doin' time up in prison
For getting caught with the burner
You know a rider's ambition
I'm 'bout to gamble with life
Take a trip out to Vegas
I'm 'bout a Zionist mic prayin'
The Lord to forsake us
Remember times I was broke
How it run in your pocket
Spend my money on dope
Then I tripled my profit
Now I'm a multi-millionaire
Head off in the lair
Take bitches on the private
Than set off in the Lear

"What you say nigga?"
"I said I'll suck yo dick!"

Yeah, gold prezzie, gold prezzie
Rollin' in Bugattis i got that Ringo Starr
I'm slingin' Paul McCartney
Bitch I'm in the kitchen with
That Arm & Hammer
Whipping George Harrison, John Lennon
Dopeman! Dopeman!
Dopeman bitch, I'm the dopeman
Bitch I'm in the kitchen with
That Arm & Hammer
Whippin' George Harrison, John Lennon