Bosko - The Dope Track lyrics

[E-40] Anything that my AK bullets hit take off a portion Knock yo' head off your shoulder like the Headless Horsemen sh** can get stanky like a poot My ex-b**h, used to be cute On the dope track, mayhem and drama Where the - coke dealers sell crack to they mama k**ers keep they silence Automatic choppers, throw-aways, police sirens I'm out here gettin' my fetti, y'all n***as playin' I'm out here havin' money, why you pro shadin'? Talkin' about you poe, trickin' off your change Layin' up with that hoe, playin' them mind games I got it stitched up like a tailor When we at war, I call my favor Party on they boss, the rest gon' flake Take his head off, have 'em cryin' at the wake Wake up, man I miss you... Tito, bring me some tissue The bu-uh-bully of the bliznock, hella game! Sittin' on bu*tons pullin' up in a wideframe! Don't get it twiznil, I don't throw all my weight around with false force though Come for me and catch a hot one in your torso Survivin' in them droughts (in them droughts) Conductin' business on them faulty chip burnouts [Chorus] On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through [E-40] Engine pullies, tier detergent, soap powder On top of oil stains in my driveway (in my driveway) No Christmas goodies, just standin' in line at the Salivation Army (Beotch!) Turf war discussions, bosses fussin' (Over a b**h?) Yeah, funkin' over nothin's Paint a portroit of me tiznimin', griznindin' doin' my thing Lookin' out for SWAT, the Special Weapons And Tactics team On the dope track, Crown Victorias and walkie-talkies Hubbahead, tweakers, droners, drifters, zombies Be knockin' on my bedroom window! While I'm posted up smokin' my indo! Needs ya, Victor Baron Stitchin' ki's up, duct tape tearin' Foil, powder, yowder When there's a driznought we serve 'em flour (We serve 'em flour, beotch!) [Chorus] On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through [E-40] The batter ram, robe, socks German Shepherds, task force, cops Back and forth pacin' (Back and forth doin' what?) Hella pissed 'cause they came up with nathin' I think somebody snitchin', that ain't cool I think I got a (what?) leak in my pool I can lick my own bliznow, say... Y'all woulda caught me if y'all woulda came yesterday Which was welfare day, government pay, the block be a fool But the narks be havin' hella n***as flushin' illegal substance down the stool I'm a mess (I'm a mess) Shake my palm with your right hand n***a not your left [Chorus] On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through On the dope track where the baseheads be comin' through