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Rob the Dopeman
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Rob the Dopeman was released on September 19, 2006 by Hypnotize Minds as a part of the album On My Own
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Release DateSeptember 19, 2006
LabelHypnotize Minds
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

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Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

What's up? How long you been pulling heists?
Long enough to be good at, so why drug dealers?
Why not jewelry store, banks, because when drug does get hit
Don't give a shit, Who they gonna run to? The cops? The feds?
The drug dealers? They got no rights
Sounds like a pretty dangerous occupation
I rinse, I promise, fuck with that
What do you say we start from the beginning?
Put the clock to his block and Roger dope, man
Put the clock to his block and Roger dope, man
Put the clock to his block and Roger dope, man
Put the clock to his block and Roger dope, man
Put the clock to his block and Roger dope, man
Put the clock to his block and Roger dope, man
Put the clock to his block and Roger dope, man
Put the clock to his block and Roger dope, man
Put your manual, don't do it, but I can sell you crack
And I can hoop you up with a style, it depends
You might as well go, head and bounce at
A ten, a twenty, a fifty P.S.A
To buy as we, my **** believe that
My **** Frank the boy he got the purple set
My ****, little wild, he got the purple shit
Whatever you need I can go get
But don't be acting like no fucking bitch
Because I ain't playing with another **** shit
I can't See how I live and death be real
If I can be jacked, can you be jailed?
And help daddy baby clam on up the hill
It's Memphis 'til we just try to get a mill'
With Ben used to track and they totally dance still
You hang on me ****, you get found, **** still
Put the clock to his block and Roger dope, man
Put the clock to his block and Roger dope, man
Put the clock to his block and Roger dope, man
Put the clock to his block and Roger dope, man
Put the clock to his block and Roger dope, man
Put the clock to his block and Roger dope, man
Put the clock to his block and Roger dope, man
Put the clock to his block and Roger dope, man
****, where I'm from, in the hood, don't play
Some **** ain't crack, some **** ain't hate
With me, I swing my heat every goddamn day
A **** better know, cause I gotta get paid
It can be my way or hit the highway
I got that though, 31 fucking plays
And if you need that shit, I'll send it your way
A **** out here hustling to get paid
It's in the kitchen where it's cooking, don't play
We cookin', cookin' pies and cakes
You get it from me, then you're gonna hush pay
Just like a hungry man, don't let you play
Do your boy a favor and send him my way
Drunk as the cluckers, I gotta get paid
This year, have a **** holiday
Just like the Indians, ay-yi-yi-yi
Put the clock to his block and Roger dope, man
Put the clock to his block and Roger dope, man
Put the clock to his block and Roger dope, man
Put the clock to his block and Roger dope, man
Put the clock to his block and Roger dope, man
Put the clock to his block and Roger dope, man
Put the clock to his block and Roger dope, man
Put the clock to his block and Roger dope, man
Written by: Darnell Carlton, Jordan Houston, Paul Duane Beauregard
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