SLAINE - Dopehead lyrics

[Verse 1: Slaine] Sniveling whimpering crying a** junkie White on white sneakers, yellow teeth honky Early in the morning for your dose Off for the day with your North Shore ho That b**h is gross She's your road dog, dog you's a boosting Herb with the cokeheads bumping Whitney Houston Stole an iPod always look in truth and Dude get a month clean then he starts juicing Nothing these days worse than a dopehead Up with the birds chirp calling up Lopez Riding 'round the projects on a little moped Kid not knowing if imprints on his forehead It used to make me sad but now it makes me sick Cause everywhere I go I got these cowards on my dick Posing for a flick trying to work before a stick You might think I'm wrong for this but I'm certainly correct [Hook] You's a dopehead (x9) [Verse 2: Slaine] Stevie got a TV that he's selling and a DVD Player plus he's yelling 'bout a VD That he thinks he caught from Ellen who's a seedy who*e He met at the CD store They keep on beefing what they should sell the TV for He's getting queasy cause the ouija board Says she's gonna dump him But it still won't say who she leaves him for He asked the f**ing thing a week or more ago And it still won't tell him God damn it Puerto Rican George Oir, hola, we want that harina Don't look at my girl, act like you never seen her Give up the raw chunky Called him a porch monkey Vince he's leaving bean town straight for Orange County Robbing the dopeman is brilliant when you're dope sick It happens to them twice a week They just f**ing cope with it Two days pa** and they call him again Call him a friend with some brand new dollars to spend [Hook] [Verse 2: Jaysaun] I got these dopeheads calling me trading a stolen pistol But I don't got no more dope, I just got a fistful Of Methamphetamine Crystal Meth That I nicknamed Rick James and this b**h refs Like two sewer rats swimming laps in a cess pool Smells like d**h, rotten flesh mixed with vegetables I mean they both gross wrinkled like old folks I don't want a pitbull, I don't need a gold rope Wish I never sold dope, wish I just sold coke Bleeding cause your veins ain't healing that's no joke Calling me at four in the morning from a payphone Why don't you two broke motherf**ers just stay home I told you I don't sell 'em stop asking to buy nickels Holding two house speakers tweaking on a bicycle And that's they vacation, what I'ma do With these two scratched games for Playstation 2 [Hook]