Dopeman Clipse (Ft. Dout Gotcha)

[Intro: Dout Gotcha]
Dout Gotcha
Clipse
Heat Holders R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
A dope dealer's dream, a hundred keys, each of 'em for thirteen
Tax slow rollers sell it to my nigga dirt cheap
Fight Fed cases leave the courts in laughter
Then flee to Miami and live happily ever after
(Dope Man Dope Man)
Cook up let it drip dry
I'm sellin that one my hood poppin like a fish fry
You sellin that whip, why? not gettin a bitch high
Twenties goin for nicks whoa I'm killin the strip right?
My whole team eatin mean
We the re up gang ever solitare's clean
The trucks come late we hand in handin wit the fiends
Fresh out the zip lock yellow and blue make green
Fo sho' nigga got it for the low nigga
Keys like a lock smith open up ya door nigga
No english that my connect speaks
So you know damn well that Pusha "Got it 4 Cheap" illugh

[Hook: Dout Gotcha]
Dopeman Dopeman
(Yea that's me)
Dopeman Dopeman
(That's what I got)
Dopeman Dopeman
(I got what you niggas need)
Dopeman Dopeman