| Gather 'round, gather 'round, hurry
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| Uh, welcome! |
| uh, little boys and girls
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| Listen, I’m bout to lace yall motherfuckers
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| About Oakland, the City of Dope
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| The first place in the world to ever sell base rock
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| Nigga, crack rock, they put it there to get rid
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| Of the Panthers, but they really created this ballin
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| What, what, nigga
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| Me and my niggas trying to ride drop
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| Buy rocks then we buy blocks
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| From the same dope fiends on my block who buy rocks
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| Want supply hot
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| Weight servin cakes like IHOP
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| Ever since them last motherfuckers got shot
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| Police been hot on my spot
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| Spot cops FBI watch
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| Got fiber-optic shit up in the pole
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| Showing my whole clique on crime watch
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| We let non-stop and show our faces
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| So what the case is
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| We wide on TV but still the grind don’t stop
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| Nigga this Oakland, the city of dope
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| You know where that crack shit was invented
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| And smoked by these ghetto chemists years ago
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| On Plymouth street we call the block
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| Plymouth Rock
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| The first place like the world to ever sell base rocks
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| Now check it
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| The legendary Felix Mitchell put it down
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| So tough they had to make a movie about the town
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| But called it Nino Brown
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| That bullshit New Jack City
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| Is really based upon this place we call Crack City
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| Oakland, Cali we act shitty
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| Think crack’s the answer
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| To get rid of these revolutionary Black Panthers
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| Smokin' blow and takin (???) like Jo-Jo Dancer
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| Or sniff it up your nose and ball out of control
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| Like Tony Montana
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| House in Atlanta
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| 3-car garage
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| Our ghetto superstars was hard
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| Young niggas touch a mil-ticket
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| Before they life behind bars
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| Niggas get caught with like eighty kilos
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| Hidden in the wall
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| But shit ain’t hidden at all
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| From these cocaine sniffin dogs
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| Same with the law
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| Shit in your draws when they get your ass
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| And let the ballers ball, get the cash
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| Till they get to your ass
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| I’ve never seen a baller fall on his knees
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| And snitch so fast
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| Plea bargain run after them niggas
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| That hang out with your ass
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| No wonder why that bitch-ass nigga got out
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| So quick, so fast
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| Came on the block my niggas saw you
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| Choppin' it up with task
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| Now that’s a violation
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| Nigga can’t chop it up with task
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| So while the trial awaits
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| Some nigga walks up and pumped his ass
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| Because the niggas in the O are hard as fuck
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| We sell peruvian flake, get it powdered, or rocked up
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| Don’t want nothin from life but to retire from the game
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| Motherfuckin city of cocaine
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| City of dope
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| East Oakland, yeah that’s right
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| The city of dope
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| East Oakland, yeah that’s right
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| Them task folks can’t stop us
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| High school niggas get caught with a hundred G’s
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| Stashed in his locker along with a chopper
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| Niggas be ballin like a doctor, or a surgeon
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| M.C. |
| Hammer splurgin'
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| He bought up countless brand new helicopters
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| And suburbans, now he hurtin
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| The feds spilled they base downtown
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| So now its curtains
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| Niggas be perpin' off
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| Certain it’s gon' be a sweep
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| Dope feind came through last week
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| Told me its gonna be a sweep
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| 1991's the number nigga
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| End of the summer
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| Niggas ain’t ridin no fuckin hummers
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| We ride under buckets and try to stay on the slunder
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| I wonder, wonder what they would do
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| To a nigga who get caught with 2 pounds of thunder
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| Straight from Humboldt county, fuck that brown
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| Weed all should be green like the jungle
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| Dope fiends tryin to warn us
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| Settin' up scene still in a bundle
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| We beat they ass and drag them from they hair
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| Just like repunzel
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| Don’t fuck up our hustle
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| But anyway the day came just as predicted
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| I’m up at 6 in the mornin' takin early morning pissin'
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| Pulled down my britches, and a nigga almost shitted
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| I heard somebody walkin on the roof
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| I cocked the fo-fitness
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| Woke my cousin Mike up
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| Could be some niggas sent to strike us
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| Cause back then so many niggas didn’t like us
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| Looked out the window, all I saw
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| Was FBI and snipers
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| I let the china white flush
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| And put that motherfucking 4−5 up
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| See the dope fiend he informed us
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| Told us its gonna be a sweep and then
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| He tried to warn us
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| But niggas out here try to make they money
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| So we 'nourmous
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| Then only a battering ram
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| Bustin down your shit, 'nourmous
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| Highway patrols, 5.0's, ambulance and coroners
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| In case there was a shootout or high-speed chase performance
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| By 9:00 they lock down each baller from every corner
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| From north to west on down to east Oakland California
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| But, but, them niggas from the O is hard as fuck
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| We sell Peruvian flake powder or get it rocked up
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| Want nothing in life but to retire from the game
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| With some change in the city of cocaine
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| East Oakland, yeah that’s right
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| City of dope
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| East Oakland, yeah that’s right
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| City of dope |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song City Of Dope , by - Yukmouth. Song from the album Greatest Hits, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп