(Master P talking)
Ahhh yeah, one of them ole smooth ass motherfucking mellow beats
For your ass
(Chorus - 2x)
The neighborhood dopeman, dopeman
It's a risky business, selling that cocaine
(Master P)
Yo C man, tell them where you from
[C-Murder]
I was born in the place where people had to kill
Lots of dopefiends, so many drug deals
Disrespect my elders so I always cursed
Never tripped when I seen a nigga in a hearse
Dumb straight, I was fucked up from the start
They even tell me I was born, without a heart
But I ain't really tripping off these grown ups
Cause he who got the dope, is the nigga with the big butt
I'm in a room chopping pounds on a silver plate
Sometimes I'm selling twenties, sometimes I'm selling weight
I never gave a fuck about right or wrong
Me go to jail, huh, it's like a second home
On the first or fifteenth you know I don't play
Cause two oz's a day keep the fucking bills paid
Always got my beepers and my mobile phone
And when I raise my shirt, there go the fucking chrome
And you never catch me slipping in this fucking game
Cause I'm the neighborhood dopeman
Ahhh yeah, one of them ole smooth ass motherfucking mellow beats
For your ass
(Chorus - 2x)
The neighborhood dopeman, dopeman
It's a risky business, selling that cocaine
(Master P)
Yo C man, tell them where you from
[C-Murder]
I was born in the place where people had to kill
Lots of dopefiends, so many drug deals
Disrespect my elders so I always cursed
Never tripped when I seen a nigga in a hearse
Dumb straight, I was fucked up from the start
They even tell me I was born, without a heart
But I ain't really tripping off these grown ups
Cause he who got the dope, is the nigga with the big butt
I'm in a room chopping pounds on a silver plate
Sometimes I'm selling twenties, sometimes I'm selling weight
I never gave a fuck about right or wrong
Me go to jail, huh, it's like a second home
On the first or fifteenth you know I don't play
Cause two oz's a day keep the fucking bills paid
Always got my beepers and my mobile phone
And when I raise my shirt, there go the fucking chrome
And you never catch me slipping in this fucking game
Cause I'm the neighborhood dopeman
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