Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dopeboy (with Eboi), artist - Adam Tensta. Album song It's A Tensta Thing, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |