Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dealer, artist - Obie Trice. Album song The Hangover, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.08.2015
Record label: Black Market Entertainment
Song language: English
Dealer |
Me, I ain’t no rapper |
Nigga, I’m a trapper |
Eva since nigga was invented |
Came out that snapper |
Cocaine pin my stature |
Bring it back, whip Kane Ackerin |
Oh Lord, so hard, just like a statchet |
Mathmatics, nigga, I’m stackin' |
Whateva you crab, I’m matchin' |
I’m soap certain bout my curses |
Shit’s comin' back to a mansion |
At work call a nigga athen |
I rap, still give a dabble |
There’s only curtains went over certain |
I ain’t dealin' with hustles |
Bring that bread back to that castle |
Lay it on the bed, that’s what blacks do |
Take a picture, me and my figures |
Basket in my satchel |
You rap, I’mma come back to put you beneath |
Nigga no altitude |
My attitude is absolute |
Nigga like me comin' after you |
(Hook) |
This is for my drug dealers |
Drug dealin', my real life drug dealers |
Drug dealin', my Columbian drug dealers |
Sarcoase to my Haitian drug dealers |
Hovado loco to all my Mahecco drug dealers |
Yella, to my Aerobic drug dealers |
All my killas in the hood who be drug dealers |
Makin' paper, reach the ceiling, my niggas |
(2. Young buck) |
With my granddaddy got guncharches |
His grandson got gramms though |
Got grandma get a grand for every gramm that she transporting |
My kids cause I got ammo |
And I ain’t talk about ammo |
I am talking about shelves, hoe |
These no more, when you sell dope |
Projects with this pyrex |
Got nine left with these hombres |
He’s jumpin' back, I’m bein' honest |
I got all my young niggas on this |
I don’t believe in carin no gateway |
I’m not takin' care of no grown man |
Gotta jump in and get yo feet wet |
Test to shoot you’r own hands |
Dope-boy that got no plan |
So i do shit you don’t understand |
I let my partner meet demand |
They in it deep like quicksand |
You still handling heorine |
My uncle in and steppin on it |
He got out the pimp |
For lettin hes friend OD and left him on it |
DOPEBOY. |
(Hook) |
This is for my drug dealers |
Drug dealin', my real life drug dealers |
Drug dealin', my Columbian drug dealers |
Sarcoase to my Haitian drug dealers |
Hovado loco to all my Mahecco drug dealers |
Yella, to my Aerobic drug dealers |
All my killas in the hood who be drug dealers |
Makin' paper, reach the ceiling, my niggas |
(3. Tone tone) |
Money to the set |
No rax that gub like a build |
My dopes make cocaine like score |
Count so good i could be a Tone |
I can take you where the block at |
I can show you where the love at |
All this work that we get with-Yeaah! |
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— where my scrubs at |
The eastside where the drugs at |
How we all trough the city with the pounds and the trunk |
Trying get the work on |
M’gotta murder ya nigga |
Bought what u served yall |
And we ain’t doing no dance |
Booty make the work twerk |
Put em niggas to the dime |
Flip a brick at a time |
Put a loose at the lam |
See the whoop in this man |
Fell of it like (cadillac?) |
Took a trip now im fine |
Look, what u know about OT |
(crunnerbook?) you a hoetail |
Just to make you a hoesell |
Real g’s taking no air |
Wait till you dry when you got no aires |
Feel niggas |