Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghost Dope, artist - Juicy J. Album song Hustle Till I Die, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.06.2009
Record label: D-Brady Investments, Hypnotize Minds
Song language: English
Ghost Dope |
Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds comin' cut throat |
Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds comin' cut throat |
You didn’t catch me with no blow and I don’t own no triple beams |
And how you gonna charge me for some dope |
That I ain’t touched or that I ain’t seen |
Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds comin' cut throat |
Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds comin' cut throat |
You didn’t catch me with no blow and I don’t own no triple beams |
And how you gonna charge me for some dope |
That I ain’t touched or that I ain’t seen |
I knew a thug that had a plug straight outta South Memphis |
But he a drug habit, he couldn’t stop sniffin' |
I had my goons meet him, ready to buy 'bout 20 bricks |
Bring the summer time, ooh, I’m 'bout to make a lick |
Just like always man we had to check the dope |
And he said, «It's all good, man you know we folks» |
One of my goons called «J man this nigga trippin' |
I see about 50 pillows but the other 5 missin' |
And this nigga nose drainin' like a waterfall |
I’m 'bout to get what I can get and make his heart pause» |
Just before I can get this nigga to calm down |
I hear a «Freeze"and some shootin' in the background |
Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds comin' cut throat |
Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds comin' cut throat |
You didn’t catch me with no blow and I don’t own no triple beams |
And how you gonna charge me for some dope |
That I ain’t touched or that I ain’t seen |
Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds comin' cut throat |
Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds comin' cut throat |
You didn’t catch me with no blow and I don’t own no triple beams |
And how you gonna charge me for some dope |
That I ain’t touched or that I ain’t seen |
This shit was on the news, the Feds busted all my goons |
The nigga with the plug habit workin' with them fools |
Packin' all my shit I heard some knocks at my front door |
«Come out with your hands up», so now I’m on the floor |
It’s about to go down, they kicked the doors down |
Guns at my head, U.S. Marshals all around |
Tearin' up my place, nothin' never was found |
It’s in the shotgun house, somewhere in Orange Mound |
Interrogation they kept askin' me my tele-code |
If I don’t tell 'em nothin' I’ll get life with no parole |
But I don’t snitch, hope you niggaz know the business |
The wire taps is what they got but no witness |
Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds comin' cut throat |
Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds comin' cut throat |
You didn’t catch me with no blow and I don’t own no triple beams |
And how you gonna charge me for some dope |
That I ain’t touched or that I ain’t seen |
Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds comin' cut throat |
Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds comin' cut throat |
You didn’t catch me with no blow and I don’t own no triple beams |
And how you gonna charge me for some dope |
That I ain’t touched or that I ain’t seen |