| Yo man what you need?
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| Yo, uh, man I need something man, I need a twenty, man
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| Whatchu got, man?
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| Ey, I got this rope chain, man
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| Man, this shit look like a gold on the roll shit (What the fuck is that?)
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| (It's a fuckin dud!)
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| It’s real man
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| This shit ain’t real
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| (That nigga sellin' that shit again, man?!)
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| Get the fuck outta here and come back with some money
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| C’mon man, be cool man
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| Y’all Mexicans always comin' with this shit
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| It was once said by a man who couldn’t quit
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| «Dopeman, please can I have another hit?»
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| The dope man said, «Clucka, I don’t give a shit
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| If your girl kneel down and sucked my dick»
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| It all happened and the guy tried to choke her
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| Nigga didn’t care, she ain’t nothing but a smoker
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| That’s the way it goes, that’s the name of the game
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| Young brother getting over by slanging 'caine
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| Gold around his neck in 14 k heaven
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| Bitches jocking on his dick 24−7
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| Plus he’s making money keeping the base heads waiting
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| Rollin' six four with the fresh ass daytons
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| Living in Compton, California CA
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| His uzi up yo ass if he don’t get paid
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| Nigga begging for credit, he’s knocking out teeth
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| Clocking much dollars on the 1st and 15th
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| Big wad of money, nothing less than a twenty
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| Yo, you want a five-oh? |
| The dope man’s got plenty
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| To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify
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| Don’t get high off your own supply
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| From a key to a g it’s all about money
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| 10 piece for 10 base, pipe comes free
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| And people out there are not hip to the fact
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| If you see somebody getting money for crack, he’s the
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| Dopeman, dopeman!
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| Hey man give me a hit
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| Dopeman, dopeman!
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| Yo man fuck that shit
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| Dopeman, dopeman!
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| We just can’t quit
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| Dopeman, dopeman!
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| Well, suck this bitch!
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| Wait a minute -- who the fuck are you talking to?
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| Do you know who the fuck I am?
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| Man, I can’t believe this shit -- this bitch is trying to gank me
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| I’ll slap you up side your head with nine inches of limp dick!
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| You need a nigga with money so you get a dopeman
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| Juice that fool for as much as you can
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| She likes his car and he gets with her
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| Got a black eye cause the dopeman hit her
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| Let that slide and you pay it no mind
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| Find that he’s slapping you all the time
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| But that’s okay, cause he’s so rich
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| And you ain’t nothing but a dopeman’s bitch!
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| Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut
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| Popping that trash might get you fucked up
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| You’ll sit and cry if the dope man strikes you
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| He don’t give a fuck — he got two just like you
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| There’s a another girl in the dopeman’s life
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| Not quite a bitch but far from a wife
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| Sh’es called the strawberry and everybody know
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| Strawberry, strawberry is the neighborhood ho
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| Do anything for a hit or two
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| Give tha bitch a rock, she’ll fuck the whole damn crew
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| It might be your wife and it might make you sick
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| Come home and see her mouth on the dopeman’s dick
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| Strawberry just look and you’ll see her
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| But don’t fuck around or she’ll give you gonorrhea
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| And people out there are not hip to the fact
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| That Strawberry is a girl selling pussy for crack to the
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| Dopeman, dopeman!
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| Hey man give me a hit
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| Dopeman, dopeman!
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| Hey yo man fuck that shit
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| Dopeman, dopeman!
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| In yo face
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| Yo Dre, kick in tha bass
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| If you smoke 'caine, you’re a stupid motherfucker
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| Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucker
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| Doing that crack with all the money you got
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| On your hands and knees searching for a piece of rock
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| Jonesing for a hit and you’re looking for more
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| Done stole a Alpine of out Eazy’s 6−4
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| You need your ass whooped cause it’s out of this earth
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| Can’t get a 10 piece need a dolla fifty’s worth
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| Knucklehead nigga, yeah, you turned into a crook
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| But swear up and down, boy, that you ain’t hooked
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| You beat your friend up and you whooped his ass long
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| Cause he hit the pipe till the rock was all gone
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| You’re robbing and stealing, bugging and illing
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| While the dope man’s dealing
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| What is killing your pain, cocaine, this shit’s insane
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| Yo, E, she’s a berry, let’s run a train
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| Man, I wouldn’t touch that bitch
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| Me neither; |
| Ho, go home and wash out your beaver
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| And niggas out there messing up people’s health
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| Yo, what the fuck yo gotta say for yourself?
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| Well, I’m the dopeman — yeah, boy, wear corduroy
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| Money up to here but unemployed
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| You keep smoking that rock and my pocket’s getting bigger
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| Yo, got that five-0 — double up, nigga
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| Yeah, high rolling, big money I’m folding
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| Bitch on my tip for the dick I’m holding
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| Strung strawberry jocking me so early
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| Ho, you want a hit you gotta get your knees dirty
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| Well, that’s my life that how it’s cut
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| Hey, dopeman!
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| Bitch, shut the fuck up
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| Gotta make a run, it’s a big money deal
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| Gankers got the fake but you can get the real from the
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| Dopeman, dopeman!
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| Yeah, that’s me
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| Dopeman, dopeman!
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| Yo, can I get a «g»?
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| Dopeman, dopeman!
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| Clock as much as he can
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| Fuck this shit, who am I?
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| THE DOPEMAN!
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| Yo, mister dopeman, you think you’re slick
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| You sold crack to my sister and now she’s sick
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| But if she happens to die because of your drug
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| I’m putting in your culo a .38 slug! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dope Man , by - DJ Quick. Song from the album Mixtape West Coast, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп