Dope man
Dope man, coke man
I play the porsche, 918
I mean the spider you do not know what I mean
I got a driver for my drop top limousine
Go ask yo b**h I bet she know 'bout Mr. G
Yeah he like to talk, she like to talk
So when he drop her off, they have a heart to heart
Cause he got all the answers
And I got all the verses
My Benz don't got no ceilings
But the windows came with curtains
So me and G swerving, me and G swerve
I keep the double R, me and Steve Kerr
Popping these percs like I'm on injury reserve
And when the pockets full of lint, we want that lint to be fur
Amen, amen
No baking soda, my n***a, we play it raw
We put some holes in them n***as, we playin' golf
Want you to know it's me n***a, my mask off
Cut out his tongue put that b**h in a gla** jar
Then drop it off to your kid's cla**room
Dirt bags, we belong in a vacuum
A pad room, I f** in my bathroom
Long hallways my room is the last room
Long hard days, my schedule don't have room
You home all day, you stuck on your Mac book
I'm gone all day I'm chasing that checkbook
I'm stoned all day, I'm stoned all day, I'm on D'usse
Back in the day we was on section eight
Now we got our own section, motherf**er like "hey"
All y'all n***as know what time it is like Flav
Public Enemy Number One like Flav
Fifteen with a mouth full of golds like Flav
Fifteen with a house full of hoes like Hef
Gave G the day off cause the car park itself
Shots take off like a stealth and they landed in your scalp
Letting human heads replace the Grammies on the shelf
Put a b**h head right below the belt 'til she belch
And she do not get a dollar, zero, zilch
Cup muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy
Tunechi pa** the blunt, I'm gon' need time to study
They don't know who got the gun but they know who got the money
We don't wanna know what's up, we wanna know who got the money
What these n***as wanna do? What these b**hes want from me?
b**hes claiming I'm a dog, but these b**hes want puppies
These b**hes bring luggage, my b**hes bring others
My b**hes bring rubbers, your b**hes burn rubbers
Your b**hes burn supper
I'm still major and I made y'all n***as
You getting bodied by a skater n***a
I'm not the typa n***a that be skyping b**hes
Shout out to all my b**hes one nighting n***as
Make sure you hit 'em with that s*ut Walk
Then text that man to f** off
See I pour up another one, another one
Got the cream started tasting like bubble gum
Woah, straight swerving on these n***as
From condos to islands to Bourbon on them n***as
Them other n***as just wasn't deserving of me n***as
So I'm swerving on them n***as
No more Family Matters, no more Urkel on them n***as
I'm feeling like a born again virgin on them n***as
I'm running to the bank, quick as Herchel on you n***as
What's in your wallet? I done went commercial on them n***as
On purpose on them n***as
I got the all black hoodie, all black gat to match
Yeah, put it to your head and blat
When we see you boy shots, we coming back to back
Long hair, don't care, n***a, Cactus Jack
No ceilings