Dopeman Fat Joe (Ft. Dre & Jadakiss)

[Intro: Fat Joe]
Ayo Hype, what up?
Crack, nigga!
Darkside, yeah, yo

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Tryin' to cut the top off the Porsche
Put a bitch in the front
Better yet hundred sticks for the niggas that front
I got a steel in them packs, got 'em right in the trunk
Shoot the snap back off your muh'fuckin' head if you want
I got a guardian angel, yeah she stay in the hood
And she pop up whenever I touch the grain on the wood
I got a bitch from Atlanta, she remind me of Pebbles
Got a hell of an ass, this redbone is a devil
She call me Marty McFly, Nike Back To The Future
10 racks on my feet, but that's somethin' I'm used to
I put my team on the map, you other niggas is fake
Worse than Oregon, you switch a different jersey a day
I'm in the beach somewhere foreign
I'm in your bitch while you snorin'
A million cash off the tour, then I'm back in the mornin'
I'm fuckin' sick of you niggas, I'm about to throw up a million
Doctor oz in the kitchen: cook a perfect prescription

[Chorus: Dre]
Yeah, gold prezzie, gold prezzie, rollin' in Bugattis
I got that Ringo Starr
I'm slingin' Paul McCartney
Bitch I'm in the kitchen with that Arm & Hammer
Whipping George Harrison, John Lennon
Dopeman! Dopeman!
Dopeman bitch, I'm the dopeman
Bitch I'm in the kitchen with that Arm & Hammer
Whippin' George Harrison, John Lennon