Dope stories, I got a few
I got a few

It all jumped in the S.W.A.T.s, Cascade by Hill Store
Me and my nigga Ervin swervin ways to clock dough
A'int tryin' to work no mo'
Puffin' the lo-lo with three and change
Nigga [?] we fiend for dookie roll change
With the jealous sittin' low with Mo's Zinser and the kit
But workin' at Canterbury's ain't gonna bring none of this
So slick, here's the plot give me the pot, fill it with water
And I'ma updat the latest into ounces and a quarter
Of that potent, purest
I cut my average best, cook it up
Sack it fatter, start our own fuckin' business (ha, ha)
Now I'm servin' break dimes, dimes big as twenties
Fuckin' these bitches becoming the king up in my city
Now recognize the chief with the bigger nuts
Yes it's I with the Southside sewed up, sho' nuff
I blown up thanks to you loco smokers
Nigga that's murder yes there's payments on this Range Rover
Fo' thousands over, I gots to get me
Every nigga for hisself and G.O.D. for us all, see

Dope stories, I got a few
Tell you 'bout how we used to do
(What, what what yo y'all hear me? ya hear me?)
Dope stories, I got a few
Tell you bout how we used to do
(P.A. thugged out, N.O.R.E)
(P.A. thugged out, N.O.R.E. what what)
Dope stories, I got a few
(N.O.R.E., P.A. thugged out)
Tell you 'bout how we used to do
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