Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song City Of Dope, artist - Yukmouth. Album song Greatest Hits, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.09.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
City Of Dope |
Gather 'round, gather 'round, hurry |
Uh, welcome! |
uh, little boys and girls |
Listen, I’m bout to lace yall motherfuckers |
About Oakland, the City of Dope |
The first place in the world to ever sell base rock |
Nigga, crack rock, they put it there to get rid |
Of the Panthers, but they really created this ballin |
What, what, nigga |
Me and my niggas trying to ride drop |
Buy rocks then we buy blocks |
From the same dope fiends on my block who buy rocks |
Want supply hot |
Weight servin cakes like IHOP |
Ever since them last motherfuckers got shot |
Police been hot on my spot |
Spot cops FBI watch |
Got fiber-optic shit up in the pole |
Showing my whole clique on crime watch |
We let non-stop and show our faces |
So what the case is |
We wide on TV but still the grind don’t stop |
Nigga this Oakland, the city of dope |
You know where that crack shit was invented |
And smoked by these ghetto chemists years ago |
On Plymouth street we call the block |
Plymouth Rock |
The first place like the world to ever sell base rocks |
Now check it |
The legendary Felix Mitchell put it down |
So tough they had to make a movie about the town |
But called it Nino Brown |
That bullshit New Jack City |
Is really based upon this place we call Crack City |
Oakland, Cali we act shitty |
Think crack’s the answer |
To get rid of these revolutionary Black Panthers |
Smokin' blow and takin (???) like Jo-Jo Dancer |
Or sniff it up your nose and ball out of control |
Like Tony Montana |
House in Atlanta |
3-car garage |
Our ghetto superstars was hard |
Young niggas touch a mil-ticket |
Before they life behind bars |
Niggas get caught with like eighty kilos |
Hidden in the wall |
But shit ain’t hidden at all |
From these cocaine sniffin dogs |
Same with the law |
Shit in your draws when they get your ass |
And let the ballers ball, get the cash |
Till they get to your ass |
I’ve never seen a baller fall on his knees |
And snitch so fast |
Plea bargain run after them niggas |
That hang out with your ass |
No wonder why that bitch-ass nigga got out |
So quick, so fast |
Came on the block my niggas saw you |
Choppin' it up with task |
Now that’s a violation |
Nigga can’t chop it up with task |
So while the trial awaits |
Some nigga walks up and pumped his ass |
Because the niggas in the O are hard as fuck |
We sell peruvian flake, get it powdered, or rocked up |
Don’t want nothin from life but to retire from the game |
Motherfuckin city of cocaine |
City of dope |
East Oakland, yeah that’s right |
The city of dope |
East Oakland, yeah that’s right |
Them task folks can’t stop us |
High school niggas get caught with a hundred G’s |
Stashed in his locker along with a chopper |
Niggas be ballin like a doctor, or a surgeon |
M.C. |
Hammer splurgin' |
He bought up countless brand new helicopters |
And suburbans, now he hurtin |
The feds spilled they base downtown |
So now its curtains |
Niggas be perpin' off |
Certain it’s gon' be a sweep |
Dope feind came through last week |
Told me its gonna be a sweep |
1991's the number nigga |
End of the summer |
Niggas ain’t ridin no fuckin hummers |
We ride under buckets and try to stay on the slunder |
I wonder, wonder what they would do |
To a nigga who get caught with 2 pounds of thunder |
Straight from Humboldt county, fuck that brown |
Weed all should be green like the jungle |
Dope fiends tryin to warn us |
Settin' up scene still in a bundle |
We beat they ass and drag them from they hair |
Just like repunzel |
Don’t fuck up our hustle |
But anyway the day came just as predicted |
I’m up at 6 in the mornin' takin early morning pissin' |
Pulled down my britches, and a nigga almost shitted |
I heard somebody walkin on the roof |
I cocked the fo-fitness |
Woke my cousin Mike up |
Could be some niggas sent to strike us |
Cause back then so many niggas didn’t like us |
Looked out the window, all I saw |
Was FBI and snipers |
I let the china white flush |
And put that motherfucking 4−5 up |
See the dope fiend he informed us |
Told us its gonna be a sweep and then |
He tried to warn us |
But niggas out here try to make they money |
So we 'nourmous |
Then only a battering ram |
Bustin down your shit, 'nourmous |
Highway patrols, 5.0's, ambulance and coroners |
In case there was a shootout or high-speed chase performance |
By 9:00 they lock down each baller from every corner |
From north to west on down to east Oakland California |
But, but, them niggas from the O is hard as fuck |
We sell Peruvian flake powder or get it rocked up |
Want nothing in life but to retire from the game |
With some change in the city of cocaine |
East Oakland, yeah that’s right |
City of dope |
East Oakland, yeah that’s right |
City of dope |