L-Dog - Dopeman lyrics

[Produced by Ducko Mcfli] [Intro] Tell me where the ticket, tell me where the ticket Phone jumping out my back pocket Tell me where the ticket is Phone jumping out my back pocket Tell me where the ticket is [Verse 1: Reese] Phone jumping, mean the trap jumpin too Pull up on a n***a in a drop top Young la' flare shorty yeah I do my thing You ain't really tied in, you a half knot Making cash transactions like I am Scott [?] that paper on demand I told him bring the racks on demand [?] make a move, put it on demand [Hook: L-Dog] Call the dope man, n***a call the dopeman Where the dopeman, I'm tryna cop some dro and I need two o's man, call the f**ing dopeman Just call the dopeman, my n***a call the dope man [Verse 2: Mike G] If I cop a forty ounce I'ma do it for Proof sh** got me so high I could walk on the roof I know b**hes that be all for self Now, Seems like they just call for help Got a black mask that I use for stealth Dial straight down the center you should call for help Defeating all contenders. All attention when I enter Ba** hitting got books falling off the shelf No name in Miami when I'm switching four lanes I'm an iceberg player baby it's a cold game Baby tell me your name while I'm hopping off the plane Beats got me feeling like black Cobain Living life in a way they can't say the same I can dance on the moon just to entertain ya Mike G b**h say my name Tryna have twenty girls swinging off my chain [Hook: L-Dog] [Interlude] [Verse 3: Left Brain] 1-800-Dopeman, n***a make the call Molly, lean, xans, even got the adderall My n***a Ducko in the kitchen and he water whippin' chickens Greasy in the strip club throwing up [?] Phone jumping off sh** sound like a cricket n***a you could get the whole thing, we don't serve stickets [?] touchdown, n***a know it's game over We gon' play with that bat, you know we gon' flip it Everybody wanna be a dopeman And everybody don't be spitting dopeman Thirty pounds of weed through the ocean Crack sales right in the open Everybody wanna be a dopeman And everybody don't be spitting dopeman Thirty pounds of weed through the ocean Crack sales right in the open [Hook: L-Dog]