Young Buck - Buy Your Dope From Me lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah oh yeah yeah [Intro: Young Buck] Its colder than muhf**a outside.. I gotta get this money though, f** that [Chorus: Sosa] Row, row, row, ya boat (slow) Slowly down the street (yeah) Smokin' mary, mary, mary, mary Come and buy your dope from me [Verse 1: Sosa] I hit my first lick, must've been the seventh grade I came up on a chunk, I bought a coat and pair of J's And I aint feel bad about it, on the block it was the way I had to bend the rules a bit, I was tryin' to eat with snakes Bought a pack, paid my momma's light bill in about a day You just witnessed the plubs introduction to the game Twenty five birds on the counter sh** ain't changed My Mexican been lettin' me get them chickens to the thang I'm smokin' somethin' exquisite ridin' tinted in the Range That is lookin' just like Buck chain and his ring Spinnin' through the city watchin' menace feelin' king Jada Pinkett ridin' with me, lip game insane Man [Chorus: Sosa] Row, row, row, ya boat (slow) Slowly down the street (yeah) Smokin' mary, mary, mary, mary Come and buy your dope from me [Verse 2: Hi-C] Sandwich bags, some Pyrex and some c**aine Follow me as I take you to the dope game I got felonies I can't get a nine to five Quarter chickens.. five Gs now thats time for five I can't f** with homeboy I heard he would tell All black Geneva scales Dope under my fingernails Hot water, abra-kadabra, ready rocks I spray your plastic Glock Candy red Chevy drop Flood this motherf**er, coke all on every block Tryin' to be number one like the chain that Nelly got White square blocks like a baseball field Erase all fielders, the south, Eightball pills [Chorus: Sosa] Row, row, row, ya boat (slow) Slowly down the street (yeah) Smokin' mary, mary, mary, mary Come and buy your dope from me Please Row, row, row, ya boat (slow) Slowly down the street (yeah) Smokin' mary, mary, mary, mary Come and buy your dope from me [Verse 3: Young Buck] I got my hooptie on hub caps postin', they lookin' for twenty fours They pullin' n***as over that look like they gettin' dough I stop at the store, to get some zip-lock bags I got a jar full of dro, I got to get rid of that You know what they doin for, ain't no need to ask And if your only buyin' one, I don't need your cash Homie, just stay in your weight cla** and get you a safe stash Whip it, whip, it, whip it, whip it, n***a then break the gla** These hoes will tell on you, I'm tellin you the truth And if a hater try to rob you I'm tellin you to shoot