| I sold dope, watch fiends crave for rock
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| Watch 'em watching me put the stash in my sock (Hey! Yo! Yo!)
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| Walkie-talk to niggas from the corner when the Feds 'bout to enter
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| Pumped up blocks some of the winter
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| Kerosene heaters by feet, takin tops off just so a nigga can eat lunchmeat
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| Four days no Z’s, from the first to the third
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| End of the month to excited to get sleep, I bagged up 2's
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| Aggravated by picky motherfuckers who don’t know which rock to choose (Picky
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| man)
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| Took outta town trips, two seconds in a son of a bitch
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| NARCs run in talking shit (who dis?)
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| I know about dope, lost my man Lou to the coke
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| Pumping over there off of DeSoto
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| Any nigga who don’t know about this
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| I hit ya with the Iron Mike quote That’s Ludicrous
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| Shittin in the tub, pissing in the tub, Hepititis B inflicted in a thug
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| I know about that shit right there
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| Hey yo, I know about that shit right there
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| Hey yo, Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it all
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| Y’all niggas can’t tell me shit
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| Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
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| Who the fuck goin’to tell me shit?
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| Dope, Jobs, Homeless…
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| I don’t had jobs black
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| Boss man yelling at the top of his lungs about a fuckin Fat Burger!
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| We damn near fired, restaurant manager who can’t manage shit
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| Stressed out retired, I’m talking about blacks
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| You work all week for Boo, and one day your man Boo just collapse
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| Bricks, houses, cars
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| A bitch who drops her drawls for a nigger who can really floss
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| Five twenty five can make your mouth leak and on top of that shit
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| You get a check every week
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| You work a week in the hole, with thirty motherfuckers on pay roll
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| You work when they want you to Equal opportunity? |
| Nigga right, suburban community check stubs always hella
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| tight
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| My shit looking like this
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| I got a bitch a baby and I need a place to piss
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| Pissed off at check time cuz I was skipped
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| That’s when obie trice start cockin’back his shit (fuck this)
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| Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
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| Y’all niggas can’t tell me shit
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| Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
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| Who the fuck gonna tell me shit
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| I done been homeless, no place to sleep
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| Moms don’t wanna hear it no place to eat
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| Pass out on my mans couch just for a week
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| Till he get fed up and kick a nigga to the street (Get the fuck outta here,
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| dogg!)
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| Black out from cold, freezin’my toes
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| Snow fuckin over my boots, my Tims froze
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| Face turnin blue, cars ridin by with the little children
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| on the inside pointin at you (mommy look at that man)
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| Fucked over folks, and they don’t wanna see ya Baby momma gotta new nigga with a Visa
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| Sleepin in cars, abandoned shit
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| While the rats eat the wires you be prayin and shit (Please, Lord, please!)
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| Close to pneumonia
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| Wishin for heat, like damn if only I came up in California
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| Plottin on a (?), like stickin your mans
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| Damn, you know he got at least a grand in his pants
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| Face lookin old, despite the fact your only 20 years old
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| Stuck in the cold
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| Snot drippin profusely
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| Taking the alley route so my ex-cutie wouldn’t notice me Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
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| Who the fuck goin’to tell me shit
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| Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it all
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| Y’all niggas can’t tell me shit
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| Hey yo, Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it all
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| Who the fuck gonna tell me shit?
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| Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
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| Motherfucker, I don’t did it all
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| Yeah! |
| Shit is real out there, yeah
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| Nap Entertainment, 2000
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| Fuck nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dope, Jobs, Homeless , by - Obie Trice. Song from the album Special Reserve, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп