DOPE T.I. (Ft. Marsha Ambrosius)

[Produced by Sir Jinx and Dr. Dre]

[Intro: Aaliyah]
Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
I feel like I’m on dope
Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
Boy you really get me high
Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
There now really close
Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
(Ok)
Boy you really get me high
Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
(Yeah, yeah) I feel like I’m on dope
Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
(Uh, alright) Boy you really get me high
(Aye, aye, yeah)
Dope, dope, dope, dope, dope, dope
There now hold me close

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Anonymous bending corners with burners on us
Come and ride with me
Birkin duffle a hundred thousand in it
Aye, nigga, roll up
Anyway, D'Usse mixed with lemonade
Feeling good like I'm dealing ye
Moving ten a day
Time limit never
Could do this shit forever
Can't even put it in words, how I am in love with her
From slinging work on the curb, hustling drugs with her
The jet ride 50 million, a wonderful feeling
Shit, I'm high as a motherfucker
Don't ask me shit, make me lie to you motherfucker
Man truth is for real, feel like Dre and Pharrell
Mixed with Eric B. and Rakim, shawty hell on the scale
And still the game enticing me, like every time I see her
They like to pop a seal, high enough to see Aaliyah
For real, and man, I know how to chill
You don't know how good it make a nigga feel