Lyrics Dope Girl (Feat. Pimp C) - Brooke Valentine, Pimp C

Dope Girl (Feat. Pimp C)

Subliminal!
Naw’m talkin' bout
It’s going down!
Sweet Jones (Sweet Jones)
Brooke Valentine (Brooke Valentine)
Naw’m talkin' bout
My car candy coated, never voted
At the age seventeen
To the game I was quoted
Got a whole foreign tree in my flyest spur
My neck froze, and fire
Worth my coat and shoes mink fur
Y’all niggas ain’t no pitbulls, you curred out
I’m Sweet Jones bitch and
You ain’t what this shit about
About is Pimp C and the princess of the south
Chunkin it up for that Texas
Lettin 'em see them blades chop
I got a dude he’s the flyest in these streets
Down on the corner got the block full of heat
Lookin' for a girl that don’t run her mouth
She ain’t a hoe all over town
He can call me baby, he can call me his boo
But he call me dope girl, cuz I got that oooh
Damn the fiends start runnin'
When they hear the Dope girl comin'
Oh they can’t control it 'trol it 'trol it
I got the crack and they want it, want it, want it
So why you askin (Who Dat') Who I be
I be that Dope girl that’s why they on me
I got these fiends yeah they runnin, runnin, runnin
I got the crack and they want it, want it, want it
So why you askin (Who Dat') Who I be
I be that Dope girl got 'em like dope fiends
I got that ice cream that’s what they say
Got them boys runnin' to they yard for me
I drive 'em wild, make 'em crazy
Got 'em sprung, want me to be they baby (Mama)
But I keep him satisfied
Mess with his bottom chick and yeah he’s down to ride
Damn the fiends start runnin'
When they hear the D-ope girl comin'
Oh they can’t control it 'trol it 'trol it
I got the crack and they want it, want it, want it
So why you askin (Who Dat') Who I be
I be that Dope girl that’s why they on me
I got these fiends yeah they runnin, runnin, runnin
I got the crack and they want it, want it, want it
So why you askin (Who Dat') Who I be
I be that Dope girl got 'em like dope fiends
I know you want some of what I can serve
They keep comin' back
Cuz my block is so hot
I make my records for them boys
With the golds in they mouth
The thugs on parole with them
O’s in they house
The niggas with the heart
In the glassy, glassy soft
Spent my last fifteen years representin' for the south
I’m a OG rock balla, twenty chop crawla
Young girl bout to choose a pimp
Man ain’t no need to stall her
I wish that all on I-10, put my life on the line
Now young Pimp is goin'
Platinum with miss Brooke Valentine
I know what you niggas want from me
I know what you niggas think y’all need
You already know who I be
I’m like dope and y’all like dope fiends
Oh they can’t control it 'trol it 'trol it
I got the crack and they want it, want it, want it
So why you askin (Who Dat') Who I be
I be that Dope girl that’s why they on me
I got these fiends yeah they runnin, runnin, runnin
I got the crack and they want it, want it, want it
So why you askin (Who Dat') Who I be
I be that Doe girl got 'em like dope fiends
I know you want some
They keep comin' back
Dope girl, Dope girl
(Subliminal!)
Dope girl, Dope girl
Dope girl, Dope girl