B-Real - Dopamine lyrics

[Intro: Chris Webby] I'm just tryna' get my fix Dopamine, dopamine That I'm on, that I want I'm just tryna' get my fix Dopamine, dopamine [Verse 1: Chris Webby] See dopamine is what your brain is makin' when your feelin' happy So, if your tryna' feel what I'm feelin' then yo get at me And me? I get me fix from all sorts of sh** Every night a gla** of milk with some Oreo's I can dip Fresh pot of mom's sauce, macaroni, meatballs That smell of Sour Diesel when I open up the jar Break it up and rollin' somethin', breakin' off a ho I'm f**in' Pop a little ecstasy and get that serotonin pumpin' Goin' commando in a pair of sweats Reruns of Sopranos up on my TV set And that dopamine be flowin' on stage Feel it every time that sh** is goin' my way It's chillin' with your best homies The spittin' game, it's gettin' laid and it's that after s** bogie Any time you feelin' good, it's what your brain produces So my fans will get their fix every time they bumpin' my music [Hook: Chris Webby] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me And everything is how it's supposed to be And that's the sh** that I'm on, that's the sh** that I want Whether I get it from hittin' p**y or rippin' a bong I'm just tryna' get my fix Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] That bamma weed you smokin', ain't f**in' with the OG I hit it till I'm coughing, I hit it often I'm like a Power Ranger the way I'm mighty morphing Into a rocket ship, that's taking off into space as I get lost Thanks to stimulating endorphins, brings me closer to the coffin Walk on the edge because I know the ledge I wake up when they go to bed Got these cowards runnin', I'm bounty huntin' like I'm Boba Fett Life is like a drug, we born addicted like crack babies Tryin' ta' get that fix, you gonna hurt your back, like the Bag Lady Now why do I expose these n***as'? I got to These n***as' heads bigger than yakoo, it's not cool Lyrical warnings, gettin' as gory as biblical stories, you ignoring the allegories Tryin' to feel good; it's Aleister Crowley Rush of that adrenaline is my medicine My fuel is my kerosene You ever live the life of a heretic? That, dopamine, from the smoke the coke the lean, is temporary when your third eye ain't opening [Bridge: Chris Webby] I'm just tryna' get my fix [Verse 3: Grafh] b**h on my lap, gyratin' Loud so loud, my lungs vibratin' High as a b**h I'm up skyscappin' Annihilatin' some kind of Sanaa Lathan That's the feelin' I feel when I am creatin' And the fire's escapin', though your fire escape Until I lie in your basement Arise in the pavement just to arrive from inside of a spaceship That fix, I'm suppose to dream I chase Hennessy with dopamine This is dope, I mean, I ain't sober Promethazine in my soda, I'm supposed ta lean My momma cookin'? Encore The family members I die for The two beautiful kids that I stay alive for Plus Hip-Hop makes me feel alive more That fix [Hook: Chris Webby] [Verse 4: B-Real] Let me put you down, with some realness You feelin' loud with me and Webby, rockin on that trill sh** Feelin' bliss, like its that fattest joint you ever hit Higher than you've ever been, of course you know you're feelin' this We're the feelin' that you get when you open up your bag of weed waiting for the first hit anxiously We're the rush; when the Lakers beat the Celtics The smile on your face when the joint lit, and ya smelled it We the vibe at the party, when that sh**'s about to turn up We the "hell ya", ya thinkin' when the dabs about to burn up The fist pump, b**h I'm number one, I'm the winna' by the Toast at the table when we celebrating [?] Roar of the crowd when ya see something amazing We're the thrill of victory, we're the felling of elation It's a presentation and we hope you see You're in need of that dopamine [Bridge: Chris Webby] [Verse 5: Trae Tha Truth] Yeah, Truth spit game, murda' Shoulda' been cased on it Causing panic, 9-11 shoes laced on it Haters on dick, knowing they woman' face on it Money long, snakes, givin' a open chase on it I'm fully sober, my fix is chicks and change And ridin' lookin' amazing in something so strange I hit the hood, just to kick it with homies Knowing they need it for support, everyone left 'em lonely I do my best to dodge the phoney, cuz' I don't understand them And I ain't tryin' I'm the truth and I don't f** with that lyin' Stay from beside 'em Hit the studio to blackout, every track gettin' packed out Just like somebody woman as soon as I blow her back out Might just give a laugh as I proceed to knock a track out And burn off with my speakers in the trunk, who tryna' act out? Say Watson tell Boogz I'm on my turn up Get [tightest?] in them [?], meet me at Dreams, we bout to turn up [Hook: Chris Webby]