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Da Dopeman
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
T.I.
Vocals
Charles Pettaway
Charles Pettaway
Strings
Dennis Morehead
Dennis Morehead
Keyboards
Mannie Fresh
Mannie Fresh
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Byron Thomas
Byron Thomas
Songwriter
Clifford Harris
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
O'Shea Jackson
O'Shea Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Howard Wright
Howard Wright
Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Mannie Fresh
Mannie Fresh
Producer

Lyrics

Look at this little nigga, man Ay T.I. is that really you man? Yeah shawty, what's happenin'? Ay man can you give me a ride home, man? Man, it's 2: 30 in the muthafuckin' mornin' What the fuck you doin' out here? Out here trappin' tryna get rid of this bomb and purp, man Man you can come with me on one condition What's that bro? Let me convince you To put that bomb down, I knew it T.I., what? You wasn't really on that dope boy shit I tell you what shawty, get in man I'll show you how to tote that tool, make that double Better be cool, you don't want no trouble Keep it leanin' to the left my gat, stay cocked I'm always super clean when you see me on the block Keep my money in a knot with a rubber band on it Blow to marijuana, know I got it if you want it See me standin' on the corner, slangin' that crack You know how it is to be the man in trap I'm da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga The dope, the dope, dope, da dopeman, nigga I'm da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga The dope, da dopeman, da dopeman, nigga I'm da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga The dope, the dope, dope, da dopeman, nigga I'm da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga (From a Ki' to a G, it's all about money) Look, bet all you see is tats, money, grills, and chains But if you scratch the surface you can feel the pain Names change but the situation still the same The bills need payin', nigga, simple and plain Take a youngin' who's aspirin' to get him some change Won't nobody hire him so he get in the game Went and bought a 50 slab, divide it up into ten Sold 'em all, double down, did it again By then you got enough to buy a quarter ounce You sellin' dimes to forty fiends buy it and bounce Throw some money to your momma keep some food in the house Cop the outfit and the Jordan's on the day they came out Betta get ya self a pistol know the jackers is out Flip another seven grams, oh you hustlin' now Time to get yourself a half, make sure it's some glass A hundred bags sell it fast stack a G now you officially Da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga The dope, the dope, dope, da dopeman, nigga I'm da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga The dope, da dopeman, da dopeman, nigga I'm da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga The dope, the dope, dope, da dopeman, nigga I'm da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga (I betcha think you pretty good at it now, huh?) Now once you flipped a couple O's know the game get gravy Take twelve fifty, go git ya two and a baby Yeah, sixty three grams if you whip that right You should get back five or six that night Stack that money and repeat that twice Buy you somethin' to ride in, ya gotta be tight Next time you buy somethin' take twenty-five hundred Get four and a half, it come back in nine, don't it? Now stay low key when the money keep comin' Keep some niggas on ya team to show These suckas they don't want it By then your connect will clearly see you on ya grind Shit, you come to get a nine and he front you what you buyin' As long as you bring back your money on time And if you snort blow, do it on your own time At this rate you'll be at a brick in no time They say the want some weight, tell them niggas stand in line You da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga The dope, the dope, dope, da dopeman, nigga I'm da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga The dope, da dopeman, da dopeman, nigga I'm da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga The dope, the dope, dope, da dopeman, nigga I'm da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga (Stay with me now, shawty, here comes the fun part) Now the robbers plottin' on ya and your name stay buzzin' You caught a sale case down in Macon with your cousin Your connect ain't worried, you and him cool He know you'll never tell what you and him do A mob of a hundred just a few of them true You heard a worker snitchin' on you and it's true Everybody know you sell that shit The feds come and get ya, and they tell you shit, we heard you Tote that tool, make that double Better be cool, you don't want no trouble Keep it leanin' to the left, my gat stay cocked I'm always super clean when you see me on the block Keep my money in a knot with a rubber band on it Blow that marijuana know I got it if you want it See me standin' on the corner slangin' that crack You know how it is to be the man in trap (I'll show you how to be a) I'm da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga The dope, the dope, dope, da dopeman, nigga I'm da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga The dope, da dopeman, da dopeman, nigga I'm da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga The dope, the dope, dope, da dopeman, nigga I'm da dopeman, nigga, da dopeman, nigga The dope, da dopeman, da dopeman, nigga I'm da dopeman, nigga
Writer(s): 0, Clifford Joseph Jr. Harris, Byron O. Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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