Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dopeboy (with Eboi) , by - Adam Tensta. Song from the album It's A Tensta Thing, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 07.04.2011
Record label: JÄRN
Song language: English
Dopeboy (with Eboi) |
| Do I look like |
| Do I look like |
| Do I look I sell drugs? |
| What it look like |
| Bass through the walls |
| DJ spinning that feeling that song |
| Excuse me can I get by here |
| Place so packed can’t move nowhere |
| I’m a get something to drink, what you want? |
| Can’t hear what you saying homie, speak up |
| What you need man, I got you though |
| There’s buzzing in my pocket let me check my phone |
| Hold up, my niggas on the line they trying to get in |
| But the bouncer won’t let 'em, typical shit |
| What we always got to do with them type of dudes |
| That was in a good mood now they fucking my shit |
| Been through it before this ain’t the first time, nigga |
| Matter-fact you saw me last weekend, remember? |
| I remember why because you did the same thing |
| Made us stand for twenty minutes 'fore you let us in |
| Does it really have to be a situation |
| Before you let us in you gonna search my mates, you will |
| You ain’t never gonna find what you looking for |
| Do' it really look like we some dope, boys? |
| What it look like, what I look like, look like that |
| How come they call me the dope boy then |
| Must, must be something then tell me man |
| Do I look like I sell drugs (4x) |
| Do I look like, do I look like, do I look (4x) |
| Do I look like I sell drugs |
| Up in the club I’m trying to figure what’s up |
| With my 'cause everybody been trying to get on buzz |
| Bottle in my hand I’m gon' leave it against the wall |
| And my cell in the other receiving a lot of calls |
| But I focus on the night so I don’t pick up |
| I’m loving the dope boys filling the tip cup |
| Not a word is being said, not a verb, not a noun |
| But let me decipher the code I find to get down |
| You wouldn’t believe it we write shit like this |
| Everything from thug niggas to rich white kids |
| Up in the ground I ain’t new to this, fool |
| Little girls off to college doing this shit, too |
| For the white ones mummy take her clothes off |
| Never did do blow and whipe her nose off |
| It’s real sat but it’s real down town |
| Even homeboys' sister offer to bow down |
| And then the rest will make the part with the coka |
| Over tiny cash five niggas with the rest we dough like |
| The club is full of the hustlers stacking dollars |
| Whose profit is celebrated all you gotta do is hollar like |
| What it look like, what I look like, look like that |
| How come they call me the dope boy then |
| Must, must be something then tell me man |