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Yo, Dre It was once said by a man who couldn't quit "Dopeman, please, can I have another hit?" The dope man said, "Cluck, I don't give a shit If your girl kneel down and sucked my dick" It all happened, and the guy tried to choke her Nigga didn't care, she ain't nothing but a smoker That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game Young brother getting over by slanging 'caine Gold around his neck in 14K heaven Bitches clocking on his dick 24-7 Plus he's making money keeping the base heads waiting Rolling 64 with the fresh ass daytons Living in Compton, California, CA His Uzi up yo' ass if he don't get paid Nigga begging for credit, he's knocking out teeth Clocking much dollars on the 1st and 15th Big wad of money, nothing less than a 20 Yo, you want a five-oh? The dope man's got plenty To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify Don't get high off your own supply From a key to a G, it's all about money Ten piece for ten base, pipe comes free And people out there are not hip to the fact If you see someboy getting money for crack, he's the Dopeman, dopeman Hey man, give me a hit Dopeman, dopeman Yo man, fuck that shit Dopeman, dopeman We just can't quit Dopeman, dopeman Well, suck this bitch Wait a minute, wait a minute, who the fuck are you talking to? Do you know who the fuck I am? Man, I can't believe this shit this bitch is trying to gank me Yo, I oughta slap you up side your head with nine inches of limp dick You need a nigga with money, so you get a dopeman Juice that fool for as much as you can She likes his car and he gets with her Got a black eye 'cause the dopeman hit her Let that slide and you pay it no mind Find that he's slapping you all the time But that's okay, 'cause he's so rich And you ain't nothing but a dopeman's bitch Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut Popping that trash might get you fucked up Well sit and cry, if the dopeman strikes you He don't give a fuck, he got two just like you There's another girl at the dopeman's life Not quite a bitch but far from a wife She's called Strawberry and everybody know Strawberry, Strawberry is the neighborhood ho Do anything for a hit or two Give the bitch a rock, she'll fuck the whole damn crew It might be your wife and it might make you sick Come home and see her mouth on the dopeman's dick Strawberry, just look and you'll see her But don't fuck around, or she'll give you gonorrhea And people out there are not hip to the fact That Strawberry is a girl selling pussy for crack to the Dopeman, dopeman Hey man, give me a hit Dopeman, dopeman Hey yo man, fuck that shit Dopeman, dopeman In your face Yo Dre, kick in tha bass If you smoke 'caine, you're a stupid motherfucker Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucker Doing that crack with all the money you got On your hands and knees, searching for a piece of rock Jonesing for a hit and you're looking for more Done stole a Alpine of out Eazy's six-fo' You need your ass whooped 'cause it's out of this earth Can't get a ten piece, need a dollar fifty work Knucklehead nigga, yeah, you turned into a crook But swear up and down, boy, that you ain't hooked You beat your friend up and you whooped his ass long 'Cause he hit the pipe 'til the rock was all gone You're robbing and stealing, bugging and illing While the dope man's dealing What is killing your pain, cocaine, this shit's insane Yo, E, she's a berry, let's run a train (Man, I wouldn't touch that bitch) me neither Ho, go home and wash out your beaver And niggas out there messing up people's health Yo, what the fuck yo gotta say for yourself? Well, I'm the dopeman yeah, boy, wear corduroy Money up to here but unemployed You keep smoking that rock and my pocket's getting bigger Yo, got that five-O double up, nigga Yeah, high rolling, big money I'm folding Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holding Strung strawberry jocking me so early Ho, you want a hit you gotta get your knees dirty Well, that's my life that how it's cut (Hey, dopeman) bitch, shut the fuck up Gotta make a run, it's a big money deal Gankers got the fake, but you can get the real from the Dopeman, dopeman Yeah, that's me Dopeman, dopeman Yo, can I get a g? Dopeman, dopeman Clock as much as he can Fuck this shit, who am I? The dopeman Yo, Mr. Dopeman, you think you're slick You sold crack to my sister and now she's sick But if she happens to die because of your drug I'm putting in your culo a 3.8 slug
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, Dedrick D'mon Rolison, Anthony Banks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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