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Dope (dope) Dope (dope) Dope (dope) Dope (dope) Dope (dope) Dope (dope) Dope (dope), in the city of Dope (dope) Dope (dope) Dope (dope) Dope (dope) Dope (dope) Dope (dope), in the city of I got my start in the weed game Upgraded to pills Sold them to the kids in the flats and the kids in the hills And ooh, was they buying I was out here gettin' money for that new shit I was about to be driving Couple stacks got me a t-door Saturn coupe It was no cool but sub my sure my shit knock, fool And my high school, she was fine I guess I mean no disrespect, I was not cute (Yo, where the fuck you from, boy?) B-Town, B-Town My mom was a far out hippie My pops was a damn Hispanic So census box checking was tricky I grew up in another town All my boys are from East Oakland Talk loud, get your head broke in Nah, we're chill, we just jokin' Unless you don't stop I drive 'cause we all hate cops Them fuckin' with the brown boys won't stop Everybody slumped down at the red light Windows up, inside smelling like a smoke shop I didn't mean to call cops-hoes Some of y'all are just doin' your best But tryin' to keep the peace in the frat of the clan Just seems like such a futile thing to suggest I mean the coke and the pills that I'm sellin' was brought by The same FBI that would give me my arrest Ain't unclear how crack blew up here Nicknamed the city so we can't forget In the city of Dope (dope) Dope (dope) Dope (dope) Dope (dope) Dope (dope) Dope (dope) Dope (dope), in the city of Dope (dope) Dope (dope) Dope (dope) Dope (dope) Dope (dope) Dope (dope) Dope (dope), in the city Oakland is where I'm from Whatever you want, we'll sell you some It's always been that way Wherever you from, anywhere in the bay You gotta come to The Town if you wanna get down Spend a little money when you comin' around Get you what you want if you wanna get high Most niggas sellin' dope just wanna get by 'Cause we don't get a lot of choices That's why we talk with guns, not voices They say "It ain't fun when you force it" When you see us come, we want some more shit And don't tell me what I act like Out here, everything is half price Except love and drugs isn't never enough You gotta pay top dollar if you want that stuff As long as there ain't no drought Ain't nobody tryin' to find a way out Fuck your inner-city programs I gotta sell this dope, man Dope (dope) Dope (dope) Dope (dope) Dope (Dope) Dope (dope) Dope (dope) Dope (dope), in the city Dope (dope) Dope (dope) Dope (dope) Dope (dope) Dope (dope) Dope (dope) Dope (dope) "Where you really from through?" They love to pull that card Like nigga, you ain't that hard Like, you never lived in yo' bars Like being all up in the media smiling must mean I ain't got scars Like seeing a way out and taking it somehow erases The place I started Before I had a name brand your kids with Pushin' cocaine was the family business On 77th below 8-1-4 But when they rushed the crib with guns, we had to go And my folks said "you can have the dope game back" 'Cause it wasn't a game when cocaine became crack So I grew up, made stacks But surviving the city is dope despite that And I still got fam on C street Burners, blammers, that's that Police sirens, tires, skeet skeet Windows rolled down, yak, yak, that sound Love this soil, kiss it, this down In my blood and blood on the ground "Cause it's war out where we be now Some say we built this city on rock Rollin' with the Why you think the brains blowing Uncle Darren had to at the stoplight That's why we all gas no brakes Long as you move, you got hope Plus we more scared of the cops than The gangstas out here in the city of Dope
Writer(s): Andre Young, Cordozar Broadus, Colin Wolfe, Michael Stevenson, Rick Ross, Markous Roberts, Jess Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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