The Jacka, Ampichino, J. Stalin - Dopeman's B lyrics
[The Jacka, Ampichino, J. Stalin - Dopeman's B lyrics]
This shit is outstanding we lamping we
On top of the world
30 in my sandwich vampin' with
A drug dealer's girl
Came from the Atlantic got a clam
If I pay for pearl
Fucking with the J goddamn I'm
On a wave right now
Metal in my jeans getting paid
Is all I think about
Hate my enemies you decease if
You link with them
Fly but if you get a nigga
Time we'll never speak again
Pigs read our rhymes so I never
Use a pen in here
The Mob like Quentin ain't nothing
But men in here
Slick G and Jam Time, I remember them
Lil' Man and Bub, I remember them
Gov and young Khan, I remember them
Head from a kingpin wife because
I love the life
She only fucking with him cause
He buying everything she like
Never love a bitch nigga make
A bitch sell sex stryie full of ice
Small sprite full of Qualitest
Me with you won't ever make sense
You ain't nothing but the dopeman's bitch
Come around like you wanna live this
It's my dream, you a kingpin bitch
You ain't nothing but the dopeman's bitch
You ain't nothing but the dopeman's bitch
You ain't nothing but the dopeman's bitch
Me and you, that'll never make sense
You ain't never been shit
But the dopeman's bitch
Pull up in the foreign
That's a dopeman's whip
Turn half to a whole
That's a dopeman's brick
Sold dope, your bitch on my dick
I'd rather push coke
You wanna play with her tit's
Ain't that a bitch
You wonder why you fall off
Every night you in the hotel
Room pulling you're draws off
I'm in the kitchen with a sawed off
Coke get hauled off
U hauls come from Utah we ballin'
Like the splash brothers
I got goons that tell me when the task
Come they just shoot and don't ask nothin'
1st rule: never trust a hoe
I'm already getting bread, what
The fuck I gotta fuck her for? You niggas
Uncomfortable when you fuck with hoes
She only fuck with d-boys
That be pumping blow
Hold me down, never question my loyalty
Bagging up coke
Have it turn me back to the old me
Who can fuck you better hit the g spot
Have you when I showed you how to cut a rock
Bitch quit playin' I'll pick you
Up on the bus stop
Dope boy shit, I'll never trust a punk ho
Back and forth cross the
Bridge back to Frisco
Nigga, we be moving pure snow
That's what all these hoes wanna know
'Are all these cars really yours
Are they rented bro?'
'Yes all these cars are really ours
They ain't rented hoe'
Only thing, the only thing you good for
Is putting dick up in your throat
Now bounce your ass like the
Now bounce your ass like the
On top of the world
30 in my sandwich vampin' with
A drug dealer's girl
Came from the Atlantic got a clam
If I pay for pearl
Fucking with the J goddamn I'm
On a wave right now
Metal in my jeans getting paid
Is all I think about
Hate my enemies you decease if
You link with them
Fly but if you get a nigga
Time we'll never speak again
Pigs read our rhymes so I never
Use a pen in here
The Mob like Quentin ain't nothing
But men in here
Slick G and Jam Time, I remember them
Lil' Man and Bub, I remember them
Gov and young Khan, I remember them
Head from a kingpin wife because
I love the life
She only fucking with him cause
He buying everything she like
Never love a bitch nigga make
A bitch sell sex stryie full of ice
Small sprite full of Qualitest
Me with you won't ever make sense
You ain't nothing but the dopeman's bitch
Come around like you wanna live this
It's my dream, you a kingpin bitch
You ain't nothing but the dopeman's bitch
You ain't nothing but the dopeman's bitch
You ain't nothing but the dopeman's bitch
Me and you, that'll never make sense
You ain't never been shit
But the dopeman's bitch
Pull up in the foreign
That's a dopeman's whip
Turn half to a whole
That's a dopeman's brick
Sold dope, your bitch on my dick
I'd rather push coke
You wanna play with her tit's
Ain't that a bitch
You wonder why you fall off
Every night you in the hotel
Room pulling you're draws off
I'm in the kitchen with a sawed off
Coke get hauled off
U hauls come from Utah we ballin'
Like the splash brothers
I got goons that tell me when the task
Come they just shoot and don't ask nothin'
1st rule: never trust a hoe
I'm already getting bread, what
The fuck I gotta fuck her for? You niggas
Uncomfortable when you fuck with hoes
She only fuck with d-boys
That be pumping blow
Hold me down, never question my loyalty
Bagging up coke
Have it turn me back to the old me
Who can fuck you better hit the g spot
Have you when I showed you how to cut a rock
Bitch quit playin' I'll pick you
Up on the bus stop
Dope boy shit, I'll never trust a punk ho
Back and forth cross the
Bridge back to Frisco
Nigga, we be moving pure snow
That's what all these hoes wanna know
'Are all these cars really yours
Are they rented bro?'
'Yes all these cars are really ours
They ain't rented hoe'
Only thing, the only thing you good for
Is putting dick up in your throat
Now bounce your ass like the
Now bounce your ass like the