Dope Boy Shit Songtext
von SNO

Okay, okay, hey, alright big man
You wanna make some big bucks
Let′s see how tough you are
You know something about cocaine?
Dígame
Don't you get it, man, or what?
You know something about cocaine?

Everybody in my neighborhood had nice cars

Everybody in my neighborhood had bad broads
Everybody in my neighborhood all sold hard

So I got up off my ass and got on my job
That′s how I was raised
Dope boy shit, dope, dope boy shit
That's how I was raised
Dope boy shit, dope, dope boy shit
That's how I was raised
Dope boy shit, dope, dope boy shit
That′s how I was raised
Dope boy shit, dope, dope boy shit


Mi amigo said he′s all about his pesos
I'm all about fettuccine Alfredo
I want the whole enchilada topped off with queso
Put it in a pot and spread it out like it′s Play-Doh
Everybody in my neighborhood was all dope men
So at an early age I learned to get the coke in
I seen dreams turn to ashes on a Coke can

No joke, man, we was broke, man
So we woke up and we got it on our own
Four o'clock in the morning, junkies calling up my phone
Hit the door and chuck the deuces, told my mama that I′m grown
'Cause my brother was a thug and papa was a roller stone

Everybody in my neighborhood had nice cars

Everybody in my neighborhood had bad broads
Everybody in my neighborhood all sold hard

So I got up off my ass and got on my job
That′s how I was raised
Dope boy shit, dope, dope boy shit
That's how I was raised
Dope boy shit, dope, dope boy shit
That's how I was raised
Dope boy shit, dope, dope boy shit
That′s how I was raised
Dope boy shit, dope, dope boy shit


There′s a bunch of Colombians coming in Friday
New guys
They say they got two keys for us

Dope boy shit, yeah I'm holding blocks

In my hood I got ′em cuckoo for coca rocks
I got that straight drop, your shit soda lock
Paint the donk the same color as the soda box

Working two pots on my mama's stove top
Five hundred and four grams, make sure that the door locked
I be on the block, give a fuck what the teachers say
I leave the school, bend the corner, post up with the ether base
Got raw that′s so raw, fiends say they saw Jesus face
Fuck it, I don't need your cake, I kill your ass and leave the state
Murk your ass, won′t leave no trace
If you want that beef then I feed you steak
Got goons in the hood that'll eat that face
I ain't tripping, I beat that case

I want you to go over there
And if it′s what they say it is, you pay ′em and bring it back
You do that, you got five grand

Dope boy shit, dope, dope boy shit
That's how I was raised
Dope boy shit, dope, dope boy shit
That′s how I was raised
Dope boy shit, dope, dope boy shit
That's how I was raised
Dope boy shit, dope, dope boy shit
That′s how I was raised

Dope boy shit, dope, dope boy shit
That's how I was raised
Dope boy shit, dope, dope boy shit
That′s how I was raised
Dope boy shit, dope, dope boy shit