Dopeman Redman (Ft. Stresmatic)

[Hook: StresMatic]
Hey mister Dopeman you’re a star
I like your gold chain and your fancy car, I said
Hey mister Dopeman you’re a star
I like your gold chain and your fancy car, I said

[Verse 1: Redman]
I said “Dopeman Dopeman” that’s who I am
I got lyrics by the pounds and I sell ’em for grams
I don’t sell crack or sell coke bitch I’m a star
The lyrics I sell is dope 10 thousand a bar
You can wrap me in saran make sure that I’m fresh
Put a stamp on your product right there on my chest
My transporter KRS-One let’s chop it up
Cause this product killer nigga get you a tux
I got crack baby rap fans after the drug
The more they buy chi-ching the bigger my check stub
Call me Mr. Pusherman it’s dope in your ears
More money I can cut it get DJ Premier
You can fly me overseas and the dogs won’t smell
London and Paris (oooow) - “you got mail”!
I’m the American Gangster I carry the weight
And when the Feds watching homie I put more on the plate
Let’s Go!

[Hook: StresMatic]
Hey mister Dopeman you’re a star
I like your gold chain and your fancy car, I said
Hey mister Dopeman you’re a star
I like your gold chain and your fancy car, I said
Hey mister Dopeman you’re a star
I like your gold chain and your fancy car, I said
Hey mister Dopeman you’re a star
I like your gold chain and your fancy car, I said