Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dopeman, artist - N.W.A. Date of issue: 07.01.2016
Song language: English
Dopeman |
| Yo man what you need? |
| Yo, uh, man I need something man, I need a twenty, man |
| Whatchu got, man? |
| Ey, I got this rope chain, man |
| Man, this shit look like a gold on the roll shit (What the fuck is that?) |
| (It's a fuckin dud!) |
| It’s real man |
| This shit ain’t real |
| (That nigga sellin' that shit again, man?!) |
| Get the fuck outta here and come back with some money |
| C’mon man, be cool man |
| Y’all Mexicans always comin' with this shit |
| It was once said by a man who couldn’t quit |
| «Dopeman, please can I have another hit?» |
| The dope man said, «Clucka, I don’t give a shit |
| If your girl kneel down and sucked my dick» |
| It all happened and the guy tried to choke her |
| Nigga didn’t care, she ain’t nothing but a smoker |
| That’s the way it goes, that’s the name of the game |
| Young brother getting over by slanging 'caine |
| Gold around his neck in 14 k heaven |
| Bitches jocking on his dick 24−7 |
| Plus he’s making money keeping the base heads waiting |
| Rollin' six four with the fresh ass daytons |
| Living in Compton, California CA |
| His uzi up yo ass if he don’t get paid |
| Nigga begging for credit, he’s knocking out teeth |
| Clocking much dollars on the 1st and 15th |
| Big wad of money, nothing less than a twenty |
| Yo, you want a five-oh? |
| The dope man’s got plenty |
| To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify |
| Don’t get high off your own supply |
| From a key to a g it’s all about money |
| 10 piece for 10 base, pipe comes free |
| And people out there are not hip to the fact |
| If you see somebody getting money for crack, he’s the |
| Dopeman, dopeman! |
| Hey man give me a hit |
| Dopeman, dopeman! |
| Yo man fuck that shit |
| Dopeman, dopeman! |
| We just can’t quit |
| Dopeman, dopeman! |
| Well, suck this bitch! |
| Wait a minute -- who the fuck are you talking to? |
| Do you know who the fuck I am? |
| Man, I can’t believe this shit -- this bitch is trying to gank me |
| I’ll slap you up side your head with nine inches of limp dick! |
| You need a nigga with money so you get a dopeman |
| Juice that fool for as much as you can |
| She likes his car and he gets with her |
| Got a black eye cause the dopeman hit her |
| Let that slide and you pay it no mind |
| Find that he’s slapping you all the time |
| But that’s okay, cause he’s so rich |
| And you ain’t nothing but a dopeman’s bitch! |
| Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut |
| Popping that trash might get you fucked up |
| You’ll sit and cry if the dope man strikes you |
| He don’t give a fuck — he got two just like you |
| There’s a another girl in the dopeman’s life |
| Not quite a bitch but far from a wife |
| Sh’es called the strawberry and everybody know |
| Strawberry, strawberry is the neighborhood ho |
| Do anything for a hit or two |
| Give tha bitch a rock, she’ll fuck the whole damn crew |
| It might be your wife and it might make you sick |
| Come home and see her mouth on the dopeman’s dick |
| Strawberry just look and you’ll see her |
| But don’t fuck around or she’ll give you gonorrhea |
| And people out there are not hip to the fact |
| That Strawberry is a girl selling pussy for crack to the |
| Dopeman, dopeman! |
| Hey man give me a hit |
| Dopeman, dopeman! |
| Hey yo man fuck that shit |
| Dopeman, dopeman! |
| In yo face |
| Yo Dre, kick in tha bass |
| If you smoke 'caine, you’re a stupid motherfucker |
| Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucker |
| Doing that crack with all the money you got |
| On your hands and knees searching for a piece of rock |
| Jonesing for a hit and you’re looking for more |
| Done stole a Alpine of out Eazy’s 6−4 |
| You need your ass whooped cause it’s out of this earth |
| Can’t get a 10 piece need a dolla fifty’s worth |
| Knucklehead nigga, yeah, you turned into a crook |
| But swear up and down, boy, that you ain’t hooked |
| You beat your friend up and you whooped his ass long |
| Cause he hit the pipe till the rock was all gone |
| You’re robbing and stealing, bugging and illing |
| While the dope man’s dealing |
| What is killing your pain, cocaine, this shit’s insane |
| Yo, E, she’s a berry, let’s run a train |
| Man, I wouldn’t touch that bitch |
| Me neither; |
| Ho, go home and wash out your beaver |
| And niggas out there messing up people’s health |
| Yo, what the fuck yo gotta say for yourself? |
| Well, I’m the dopeman — yeah, boy, wear corduroy |
| Money up to here but unemployed |
| You keep smoking that rock and my pocket’s getting bigger |
| Yo, got that five-0 — double up, nigga |
| Yeah, high rolling, big money I’m folding |
| Bitch on my tip for the dick I’m holding |
| Strung strawberry jocking me so early |
| Ho, you want a hit you gotta get your knees dirty |
| Well, that’s my life that how it’s cut |
| Hey, dopeman! |
| Bitch, shut the fuck up |
| Gotta make a run, it’s a big money deal |
| Gankers got the fake but you can get the real from the |
| Dopeman, dopeman! |
| Yeah, that’s me |
| Dopeman, dopeman! |
| Yo, can I get a «g»? |
| Dopeman, dopeman! |
| Clock as much as he can |
| Fuck this shit, who am I? |
| THE DOPEMAN! |
| Yo, mister dopeman, you think you’re slick |
| You sold crack to my sister and now she’s sick |
| But if she happens to die because of your drug |
| I’m putting in your culo a .38 slug! |