Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Dope Story, artist - Killer Mike. Album song The Killer, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.03.2008
Record label: Grindtime Official
Song language: English
A Dope Story |
| The time is 1:12 in the ATL |
| I exit 112 with this bitch Michelle |
| In the V12 headed to the hotel |
| Hydro lit up weed in the air |
| She feening to get bent legs in the air |
| She want her hair pulled spank her derriere |
| We interrupted by a phone call by Joe the player |
| That boy tell me he got big bricks for sale |
| Since it’s money over bitch, yeah that’s my shit |
| That hoe got dropped quick like pigeon shit |
| That boy said he just hit a big ass lick |
| And he’s sitting on top of a 112 bricks |
| And he’ll let the boy get it 12 a brick |
| If I drive a 100 miles probably get there quick |
| I’m calling the clique tryna scrounge for cash |
| I got a least a quarter million buried in the stash |
| Got to give me 25 if I bring him cash |
| That nigga lick for the shit he got to get off it fast |
| I’m at my grandmamma’s house, flashlight and shovel |
| Digging up the iron box getting dirt on the bezel |
| Now I’m heading to the meeting spot with the cash |
| I got two little niggas with me with ski masks |
| They snort pile snow and shoot real fast |
| So if Joe fuck up it’s Joe’s black ass |
| If he try some funny shit like Dave Chappelle |
| We gonna put a few bullets in his lapel |
| We gon' leave whole clip in that nigga hair |
| Told Zack and Jackpot follow me in building |
| If that nigga get cute we ain’t talking we killing |
| And that’s anybody man, woman, pets, and children |
| Or anybody tryna separate me from the cash |
| Gon' find they ass right next to God real fast |
| I arrive at Joe’s room, it was suite 112 |
| Immediately I asked him who got the yayo |
| He responds back who got the cash |
| I tell him me motherfucker now let’s do this fast |
| That’s when I noticed this tall nigga looking like a fag |
| And three dread niggas in the back smoking hash |
| Four white hoes just giggle and laugh |
| And I’m telling Joe I don’t do business like that |
| Put them hoes out the room and tell your man |
| To go sit in the back with Bob Marley’s band |
| This nigga bust out the bathroom pistol in hand |
| He was yelling, screaming, shooting, and missing |
| It was like that first scene in that movie Pulp Fiction |
| Before I could duck big Zack was spitting |
| Left that boy laid out holy as a Christian |
| The white girls spazzing out crying, flipping |
| The tall ass faggot caught one to the head |
| And Jackpot made sure the Baha Men was dead |
| Joe hiding behind the wet bar shaking and scared |
| And I’m screaming motherfucker I got one for your head |
| By now my two little shooters came in something vicious |
| They killed niggas twice even murked the white bitches |
| I’m looking at Joe all shaken and scared |
| While I got the 44 to the middle of his head |
| I’m telling him homes look at yourself |
| You balled up in the corner you done shit on yourself |
| You was Joe my main player my Ace in fact |
| I can’t kill you homeboy I’ll leave that to Zack |
| Cupid doesn’t lie |