| Dope game cocaine
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| Dope game dope dope game cocaine…
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| Dope game — my game, hoes lame — it’s a shame
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| How the Gangsta Boo is gonna click up on you bitches, mane
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| Gangsta Boo is not the kind of bitch that will like get punked out
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| Looks are so deceiving stupid bitch do you wanna f-izz-ind out
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| How can ya fuck a playa
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| Playahataz better listen close
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| If you try to buck me bitch
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| I’m outie with you fucking soul
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| Yes the devils daughter
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| Kind of caught up bitch that wish the slip
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| Slip yo ass in a coffin bitch
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| Because you run your fuckin lip
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| Ho my game is thick
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| So stupid bitch dont ever test me ho
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| If I fucked up once
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| You fuck up twice
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| So ho you gotta go
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| Listen deep this pimpin
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| Really quick before I split your dome
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| Ho you trying to cross me in this game
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| And stupid ho its on
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| Just a flodgin ass nigga
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| With a lot of cheese
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| Heard he stackin g’s
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| Everyday pushin plenty keys
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| Nigga dont know me
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| Cause I ain’t no phony
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| And I ain’t the nigga you can whoop and call me Toby
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| Low key on his ass, waitin' for the night to come
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| So I can kick down his door and make him give me some
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| Bitch I with a little young nigga age thirteen
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| Fucked up in town while I watched yo ass ride clean
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| Now that Im grown up
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| From the hood I gained nuts
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| Nigga you gonna drop off that dope
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| Or feel the pain of a hollow tip
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| Rip through your shit or your fuckin brain
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| Thats what you get
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| When you choose to play the dope game
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| Bitch!
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| Dope game cocaine
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| Dope game dope dope game cocaine…
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| I’m at the cut, droppin' the fiend down with the monkey nuts
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| I’m tired, I’m hittin' 'em short I gotta get over I don’t give a fuck
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| The shit goes on from sun-up till sun-down and on the twelve I guess
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| But now its time cut the shit where’s my mind at my best
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| I gotta test a nigga to see what he got can a fool
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| Make you straight a couple of g’s, I need more cheese
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| I layin' it down on his face But don’t waste time
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| I gotta roll straight through the shit sometimes I wonder will it end
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| Cause I rob for petty shit I’m riskin' my life pullin' yo card
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| After y’all push him off the wood grain a pop off his smile a one eight spot
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| I’m dodgin' the cops watchin' my b-izz-ag fools kinda like a snitch
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| But when I do my boys I find there house and go up in that shit
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| Check it out
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| Nigga I’m kickin' in doos, bodies are froze
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| Bloody ya clothes, gun to ya nose
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| All of you niggas you really need to give up money and dope
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| Face the floor, forty-four, into ya head, droppin 'em dead
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| Infamous fled, put them to bed, with the weight, then escape
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| Count the stacks, shine my gat, after I jack like a rat on the creep
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| All you dopehead niggas will get put to sleep
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| When I sneak, give up the dope or get a hole in yo cranium
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| You see this mean artillery you know it is containin' some
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| Shit that makes me flexible to make your life ejectible
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| And with this bullet in your brain you be dead either comatose
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| So when you pushin' candy with the Scarecrow comin to smoke you mane
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| Simple and plain, you’ll get stanged, if you in the dope game, Bitch
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| Dope game cocaine
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| Dope game dope dope game cocaine… |