Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dope Girl (Feat. Pimp C), artist - Brooke Valentine.
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
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 |