[Hook]
Dope game c**aine
Dope game dope dope c**aine...
[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]
Dope game - my game, hoes lame - it's a shame
How the Gangsta Boo is gonna click up on you b**hes, mane
Gangsta Boo is not the kind of b**h that will like get punked out
Looks are so decieving stupid b**h do you wanna f-izz-ind out
How can ya f** a playa
Playahataz better listen close
If you try to buck me b**h
Im outie with you f**ing soul
Yes the devils daughter
Kind of caught up b**h that wish the slip
Slip yo a** in a coffin
Because you run your f**in lip
Ho my game is thick
So stupid b**h dont ever test me ho
If I f**ed up once
You f** up twice
So ho you gotta go
Listen deep this pimpin
Really quick before I split your dome
Ho you trying to cross me in this game
And stupid ho its on
[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Just a flodgin a** n***a
With a lot of cheese
Heard he stackin g's
Everyday pushin plenty keys
n***a dont know me
Cause I ain't no phony
And I ain't the n***a you can whoop and call me toby
Low key on his a**, waitin' for the night to come
So I can kick down his door and make him give me some
b**h I with a little young n***a age thirteen
f**ed up in town while I watched yo a** ride clean
Now that Im grown up
From the hood I gained nuts
n***a you gonna drop off that dope
Or feel the pain of a hollow tip
Rip through your sh** or your f**in brain
Thats what you get
When you choose to play the dope game
b**h!
[Hook]
Dope game c**aine
Dope game dope dope c**aine...
[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
I'm at the cut, droppin' the fiend down with the monkey nuts
I'm tired, I'm hittin' 'em short I gotta get over I don't give a f**
The sh** goes on from sun-up till sun-down and on the twelve I guess
But now its time cut the sh** where's my mind at my best
I gotta test a n***a to see what he got can a fool
Make you straight a couple of g's, I need more cheese
I layin' it down on his face But don't waste time
I gotta roll straight through the sh** sometimes I wonder will it end
Cause I rob for petty sh** I'm riskin' my life pullin' yo card
After y'all push him off the wood grain a pop off his smile a one eight spot
I'm dodgin' the cops watchin' my b-izz-ag fools kinda like a snitch
But when I do my boys I find there house and go up in that sh**
[Verse 4: Lord Infamous]
Check it out
n***a I'm kickin' in doos, bodies are froze
Bloody ya clothes, gun to ya nose
All of you n***as you really need to give up more money and dope
Face the floor, forty-four, into ya head, droppin 'em dead
Infamous fled, put them to bed, with the weight, then escape
Count the stacks, shine my gat, after I jack like a rat on the creep
All you dopehead n***as will get put to sleep
When I sneak, give up the dope or get a hole in yo cranium
You see this mean artilery you know it is containin' some
sh** that makes me flexible to make your life ejectible
And with this bullet in your brain you be dead either comotose
So when you pushin candy with the Scarecrow comin to smoke you mane
Simple and plain, you'll get stanged
If you in the dope game, b**h
[Hook]
Dope game c**aine
Dope game dope dope c**aine...