Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Devil Is Dope, artist - Coolio.
Date of issue: 27.10.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Devil Is Dope |
If you free your mind your ass has got to |
But you’re caught up in that same ol' patent and trap that the homies go through |
Searchin' for answers without no questions |
You thought it could never happen to you and your crew, but y’all was no |
exception |
It started out as fun and it was all about kicks (Kicks) |
But each and every kick turned out to be a trick |
Imagine this you got no family, you got no ends |
You got no hustle, no muscle, no car, no clothes, you got no friends |
You once was the neighborhood boss and hog |
And no G livin' legend like walkin' dogs |
Niggas hate to admit it, but they know it’s true |
Damn near everybody in the hood, includin' the kids, wanna be just like you |
So, hear I stand as a witness, or, should I say a reclaimed victim |
Written off and spit on by this really sick ass system |
You can roll what I roll in the swirl from the smoke |
Somebody take a vote, the devil is dope |
The devil is dope (Dope) |
Out of control |
The devil is dope |
The devil is dope |
Out to get your soul (Yeah-yeah) |
The devil is dope |
Things seen only imagined and in dreams |
Until, the same nightmares in tv screens your teenage screams (Ahh!) |
Cause the dosage wasn’t right |
Now his chest is gettin' tight |
And everything is goin' black |
But it’s the middle of the day, figure that |
But you still can’t see with a thousand watt beam (Blind!) |
And you need mo gin to feed your triple beam with schemes (Wake up!) |
Cause traffic done slowed up like the one ten at five |
So, you dance the street section at around two, to try to stay alive |
And now you trapped tryin' to play hockey with some tic tac’s (Tic Tac’s!) |
And niggas tellin' you to kick back and bend back, but you already did that |
And all money ain’t good money |
But everybody want the cream and honey |
Thinkin' that the other side is all green plus it’s sunny (Yeah!) |
But, money, lust, and jealousy most lead to treachery |
From A.C. to O.G. |
to P.G. |
to P.C.B |
As you call for your locs, set adrift in the smoke |
It’s like murder, heat, smoke, the devil is dope |
Sunshine on your mind but darkness prevails |
You move your sales from motel to hotel |
Prerequisite for a blast, merchandise, cash, or ass |
Bloodshed often is the door where personalaties crash |
And it’s your task to try to make a meal ticket |
So, you can kick it and be swift with your chicken (Bock-bock!) |
You’s a victim and since you got your own mind |
It ain’t all your fault, but you gotta do your own time |
Choose your weapon cause your first impression |
Often dictates the situation that you find yourself caught in |
If you still blind and you can’t see |
You better obtain yourself some glasses and clear your vision like DMC (Don't |
run!) |
And remember what I told you |
Remember who brought a soldier |
I wanna wake you up like Sega |
Consume large amounts of dank-a |
Man overboard |
Beware of the underlords |
Stay your ass on the boat, the devil is dope (Ooh-ooh!) |
Chorus: Repeat 2X with adlibs in there |