Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dope Boy Fresh, artist - DJ Bobby BlackDate of issue: 31.12.2007
Song language: English
Dope Boy Fresh |
| Yeah, Hypnotize Minds |
| Three 6 Mafia, Academy Award Winners |
| Chamillionaire, we stronger than ever, for real |
| Da last to walk |
| It’s goin’it’s goin’down |
| I stay dope boy, dope-d-dope boy fresh |
| Yeah, fresh, fresh, fresh |
| Now what I is boy |
| Dope boy, dope-d-dope boy fresh |
| Yeah, fresh, fresh, fresh |
| Now what I is boy |
| Dope boy, dope-d-dope boy fresh |
| Yeah, fresh, fresh, fresh |
| Now what I is boy |
| Dope boy, dope-d-dope boy fresh |
| Yeah, fresh, fresh, fresh |
| Now what I is boy |
| Another day another dollar, another night to make a ho holla |
| I pop her cherry then I pop my collar |
| I pop brand new tags off of brand new clothes |
| Brush my hair back and kick the ho out the do' |
| Flip a corner see which ride I’m pullin’up out the garage |
| Wireless transmitters send the bump from my bard |
| Pull a pack out and fill my body up with sin |
| Ten o’clock at night but my day has just begin |
| Oh-seven Murci鬡go with the wings out |
| I usually never drive it but I heard the hoes out |
| Fresher than a mint leaf, smellin’like a coca leaf |
| Center of attention, hoes smilin’cause they wants to be Hey, streets know how I gets my grands |
| Try to snatch it better switch ya plans |
| Pull a stack out my Dickies pants |
| Slap a hater with my business hand |
| Keep a spare for that clip that jam |
| Money like Mike and pimp like Ken |
| Put some chrome under the big sedan |
| And I pimp it better than Xzibit can |
| And they impressed by how my ear lookin’Aquafina clear |
| If you don’t like it come dispute it do ya best to disappear |
| Yeah, you know what it is don’t call me Chamillionaire |
| Now the world gotta address me as the hustler of the year |
| I’m the man to respect, I’m demandin’respect |
| Or I’m commandin’that cannon through that damage to chest |
| Ain’t a hustler or another on the planet as fresh |
| So when I lift up my royal hand my pinky ring shake in pecks |
| My cars inside peanut butter outside jelly |
| Flickin’twenty-sixes drankin’drankin’on my celly |
| We takin’real orders, talkin’codes on that telly |
| We choppin’up that dope like a butcher in a deli |
| You know that purple kush leave yo clothes all smelly |
| But if you slangin’pound then ya pockets should be swelly |
| I’m ballin’till I’m fallin’just like the movie Belly |
| I’m always stayin’strapped for you niggaz that be petty |
| Tote a nine, nine, nine on the grind, grind, grind |
| I shine, shine, shine jewelry blind, blind, blind |
| The time, time, time yes it’s prime, prime, prime |
| I’m takin’no retracts cause it’s mine, mine, mine nigga |