Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Decade of Dope, artist - Sick Jacken. Album song Terror Tapes, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2005
Record label: Rebel, Urban Kings
Song language: English
Decade of Dope |
| Crack heavy on the streets |
| Track memory on the beats |
| Sliding Coco puffs in downtown |
| Belly of the beast |
| Getting work by the brick 'n sell it by the piece |
| I got foot soldiers, I ain’t sweatin' the police |
| I made a killing off crack in the 80's |
| Let me tell you how I did it |
| I got a group of homies that was down with it |
| We started small ops, cuz had a strap by the |
| Got half the with it |
| Hand to hand exchanges with strangers |
| Before gang bangers started taxing street corner hustlers |
| It was less dangerous |
| My scale name price but the money came nameless |
| We took coke and turned it into something more famous |
| Where freebasing keep pluggin', all kinds of sick comin' |
| Gold chains to tape decks, TV to dick suckin' |
| Supply and demand the people meant nothing |
| If it wasn’t me it would have been the next man hustlin' |
| What type of drugs do you do? |
| I probably served you |
| Your daddy and your momma that birthed you |
| On the grind from morning to past curfew |
| In the decade of dope im here to you |
| Whether its a kilo, gram, take a pill or slam |
| You can call me the deala' man |
| I serve the streets cuz' I put the candy in your hand |
| In the decade of dope, I’m your pusha' man |
| Yo I’m a late 70's baby |
| So I was raised in the 80's |
| My favorite phrase is fuck you then pay me |
| I first learned how to lace a J before I weighed 80' |
| Pounds now I drop em' while the starving in Haiti |
| Smoking weed and hashish that’s something real ancient |
| Hashashins used to get high before they would slay |
| Yo these rappers kind of influenced me to start blazin' |
| What I’m saying my then gettin high in the basement |
| I know they used to puff heavy back in the 60's |
| The Who was smoking kush with the Doors at the |
| And I ain’t ill by getting head from Mrs. Lewinski |
| But we live in hell so I smoke to understand the mysteries |
| Indigenous and me, sipping and the tea |
| Eating mushrooms blowing breeze |
| Live in nature with the trees |
| Cyprus Hill got me stoned, made me want to kill a man |
| Reakwon and Ghost Face made me go and sniff some grams |
| What type of drugs do you do? |
| I probably served you |
| Your daddy and your momma that birthed you |
| On the grind from morning to past curfew |
| In the decade of dope im here to you |
| Whether its a kilo, gram, take a pill or slam |
| You can call me the deala' man |
| I serve the streets cuz' I put the candy in your hand |
| In the decade of dope, I’m your pusha' man |