Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song D.O.P.E., artist - OJ Da Juiceman. Album song Realest Nigga I Know 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 32 ENTERTAINMENT
Song language: English
D.O.P.E. |
Let me start this shit off like this here |
Back when I used to shake cookie Pooh Bear |
Knock knock at the door, nigga who’s there? |
Best friend Blockbeater in a wheelchair |
Nigga died young, early chances with death |
Save no nigga, better save yourself |
Learned this shit way back in the game |
Never help a nigga that don’t need no help |
Smoking up the gas, same color as a elf |
Had to go indie, label put me on the shelf |
Standing in the kitchen like Beni, he a chef |
Hit it with the wrist game, soda on the shelf |
Keep the yay up, I’m the number one champ |
Fish scale work, yeah it’s coming with a stamp |
Came a long way from momma getting food stamps |
Got my momma a house first, nigga what ya saying? |
Never played 'round on the playground |
Young nigga just tryna stay down |
Came up, candy paint came down |
Never had a smile, got me walking with a frown |
Niggas grew up with me always talking down |
Them the same niggas tried to give a nigga pound |
Salt shaker to the game baby, watch these niggas 'cause you know they watered |
down |
Dope, all I spit is dope |
When I paint this picture, best believe I’m cooking dope |
Dope, my whole life is dope |
When it come to stoves, I can cook it by the O’s |
Started off back when I was 15 |
Young nigga never had hoop dreams |
Went from the mailbox, bus stop trapping |
Young nigga just had million dollar dreams |
then I learned to cook clean |
Staying in the trap, working like a machine |
Smoking up the gas while I’m drinking up the lean |
Remember those days when a nigga had beans |
Bouldercest man, nigga |
Had a .40 Caliber but that was bitch was cheap |
Never went to school, nigga trapping in the streets |
All I ever wanted was jacks and gold teeth |
Remember poor boy days when I was sleeping on the streets |
Tryna make a dollar 'cause the Crest went to sleep |
Ran from 12, had to use my feet |
Remember we caught Raphael beating his meat |
Dope, all I spit is dope |
When I paint this picture, best believe I’m cooking dope |
Dope, my whole life is dope |
When it come to stoves, I can cook it by the O’s |