City of Dope Too $hort
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[Verse 1]
City of dope, I call it Oak
Can't be broke selling coke
Fat ropes, shattered hopes
Fresh cars and all that dope
Baseheads keep the trade alive
Nobody knows 'bout a 9 to 5
Everybody's just tryna survive
You need a gun, can't use those knives
You got a bullet? Well just pull it
And if you trip, get pistol-whipped
By a psychomaniac sick in his head
Wanna be a gangster and now he's dead
His brother took over, ain't no sweat
Bought a new drop-top white Corvette
Now he's buying keys, making G's
And all the girls say "Won't you please take me"
In the city of dope
[Verse 2]
See I'm hard as hell, no ghetto tale
You play a gun, but the game is real
You wanna stop my money, how?
You keep smoking, I'm selling out
It's called the city of dope, might be your town
Get a piece of the rock, turn your life around
So cool, don't even trip
You got the sack, get on the tip
A resident in the city of dope
And every day I'm selling coke
I'm never broke, I don't smoke
I sold a rock and made you have a stroke
Pay me cold cash you know, I won't need Bruno
I'll hit you with my gat and then I won't come back
Like my peanut butter top with the candy paint
All the high school tenders drop down and faint
In the city of dope
City of dope, I call it Oak
Can't be broke selling coke
Fat ropes, shattered hopes
Fresh cars and all that dope
Baseheads keep the trade alive
Nobody knows 'bout a 9 to 5
Everybody's just tryna survive
You need a gun, can't use those knives
You got a bullet? Well just pull it
And if you trip, get pistol-whipped
By a psychomaniac sick in his head
Wanna be a gangster and now he's dead
His brother took over, ain't no sweat
Bought a new drop-top white Corvette
Now he's buying keys, making G's
And all the girls say "Won't you please take me"
In the city of dope
[Verse 2]
See I'm hard as hell, no ghetto tale
You play a gun, but the game is real
You wanna stop my money, how?
You keep smoking, I'm selling out
It's called the city of dope, might be your town
Get a piece of the rock, turn your life around
So cool, don't even trip
You got the sack, get on the tip
A resident in the city of dope
And every day I'm selling coke
I'm never broke, I don't smoke
I sold a rock and made you have a stroke
Pay me cold cash you know, I won't need Bruno
I'll hit you with my gat and then I won't come back
Like my peanut butter top with the candy paint
All the high school tenders drop down and faint
In the city of dope
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