Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dopium, artist - U-God. Album song Dopium, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Dopium |
| By the time I’m finished, you gon' be a fan, muthafucka |
| Trust me when I tell you |
| I kick back, retire mics, take rap to higher heights |
| Big back, fiend rap, blow it up, dynamite |
| Sniff my China white, touchdown with king cobras |
| All my life, pay the price, nickname me steamroller |
| Switch lane, lean over, get brain, green Rover |
| Mean soldiers run through, kung fu, break shoulders |
| Rep my W, rumble through, takeover |
| Heat holder, heavy best, countdown, every breath |
| Last chance, tapdance, devil cop, every step |
| Murderous, instinct, champions, never left |
| Shaolin veteran, thug heads, never learn |
| Dumb shit, every turn, hell, son, let 'em burn |
| Still here, standing firm, black man in progress |
| Crack dreams, conquest, burners in my arm rest |
| Baby boy’s a target, heads on my cannonball |
| You messed up the package, the legacy, you had it all |
| «Come on» |
| «Come on» |
| Sandstorms, kick up, millimeters blow rounds |
| What happened to the music, Newburgh, Motown |
| I know the low down, on half of these niggas |
| Come out the closet, these Vaseline niggas |
| I’m flawless, I’m lawless, all I need is one block |
| Crazy legs, hat low, check out my up rock |
| Respect my jumpshot, when I just, hug the rim |
| Tie up my Jordans, then I jump, out the gym |
| It’s the Brothers Grymm, automatic coke rush |
| Dice hit the walls, we gambles at the gold dust |
| Descendants of the Cold Crush, long car garage doors |
| One finger cake walk, nose is the concord |
| Hands like windmills, possessed with the ill skill |
| Aiming for your soft spots, the scene out of Kill Bill |
| «Come on» |
| «Come on» |
| I got the iron for your mans, one foot in the frying pan |
| Rock hardhats, fireman, 8 Diagrams |
| Lion eating out my hands, no it’s not in Africa |
| Soul brother #1, you’re just a passenger |
| Right before the massacre, first comes the lynching |
| Caught in the mouse trap, bounce back, Redemption |
| Contact the henchmen, watch how I drenched them |
| Wetting with waterhose, long nose extension |
| Ain’t no question, you in suspended animation |
| You fucked up, drop garbage tossed the side of sanitation |
| Homey, you jumped up, you get lumped up, blamp your face in |
| Champ in the steel cage match, snatch the foundation back |
| Step on a forty gallon stage, laced with ill grace |
| Took a long time, but I’m glad that you still wait |
| «Come on» |
| «Come on» |