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Here it is Bammm And you say, Goddamn This is the dope jam But lets define the term called dope And you think it mean funky now, no Here is a true tale Of the ones that deal Are the ones that fail Yeah You can move if you wanna move What it prove It's here like the groove The problem is this - we gotta' fix it Check out the justice - and how they run it Sellin', smellin' Sniffin', riffin' And brothers try to get swift an' Sell to their own, rob a home While some shrivel to bone Like comatose walkin' around Please don't confuse this with the sound I'm talking about... Bass I put this together to... Rock the bells of those that Boost the dose Of lack a lack And those that sell to Black Shame on a brother when he dealin' The same block where my 98 be wheelin' And everybody know Another kilo From a corner from a brother to keep another - Below Stop illin' and killin' Stop grillin' Yo, black, yo (we are willin') 4, 5 o'clock in the mornin' Wait a minute y'all The fiends are fiendin' Day to day they say no other way This stuff... Is really bad I'm talkin' 'bout... Bass Yo, listen I see it on their faces (First come first serve basis) Standin' in line Checkin' the time Homeboys playin' the curb The same ones that used to do herb Now they're gone Passin' it on Poison attack - the Black word bond Daddy-O Once said to me He knew a brother who stayed all day in his jeep And at night he went to sleep And in the mornin' all he had was The sneakers on his feet The culprit used to jam and rock the mike, yo He stripped the jeep to fill his pipe And wander around to find a place Where they rocked to a different kind of... Bass
Writer(s): Eric T. Sadler, Carlton Ridenhour, James Henry Boxley Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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