Dame Grease - Dope Man lyrics

[Hook: Bigga Threat] I got that diddy on the scale, that hova in the rice Hip hop dope man Get you styles nice price That little Nasty Nas That Redman stealing cars That Jada and the micro Whippin up a light show Dope mannn da hip hop dope man (I got what you need) Dope man da hip hop dope man (we got all that ya need) [Verse 1: French Montana] Got you saying HUUUUH, when that check clear Plus my ring, wrist and neck clear And my n***as high, it's like exercise Stick up, sit ups, dog food, Syrup New Ferrari swerve, Harley pickup Block calls I don't pick up It's hydro snuck through the side do' Bang bang 5. 0 help you hit the high note Pressing bu*tons on the microwave, aqua wave Young boy cook it up, serve it up right away Money spit, gotta make it back Bring it back gotta me sayin huh When them doors open Got cha friends mouth and legs open Mazzarati fox, Heckler and Hoch And my n***as near holes and the liquor clear Dope brown, coke white Weed blue, j**elry see-thru It's the dope man, call me if you need to [Hook] [Verse 2: Bigga Threat] I got that Diddy on the scale That Hova on the rice Hip hop dope man get you styles nice price Digital mic right Living loud life trife 50 thou and white ice From 50 cent and my knife I'm a grinda I'mma schemer, I'm a Russel You a dreamer I'mma cutter, you a bleeder Don't trust you b**hes either Hustla diva Foxy, little Eve a man From the grain get ya bucks Out the game Put em up and distain refrain From the rain The glitter and the glammer The k**ers and the hammers The dealers and the scammers The slickers and the bamas Give thanks how ya day go For the banks and the yay yo The kiss and the payroll Big bro bae bro Cain and the able The yay and fable The weak and the feeble Perish wit ya people Pushing sour diesel Pistols Desert Eagle No reason to mislead you No reason enough to leave you Ya undercovers see through Hip hop cops can bleed too [Verse 3: Donny Goines] Hip Hop, dopeman, distributing to Lohan Lindsey, Kim K, Amber sick beats Y'all betta get with the program My sixteens, that thick lean, he flow, kilos Them Coke Boyz and you know Goines Lost my sense, I got no coins Blow bands like is no manyana CEO of the Streets; no, CEO of the Corner Office Corporate and I get my dollars Wave Gang/Ink Different Signing checks like it's payday, no I mean nuts like Payday Goons on deck n***a bang bang Ya strip dried up like AA Continental, globetrotting, no basketball, stovetopping You Dockers, slacking off, I never nap at all No three Z's, till I decease, n***a please [Outro: Jetta B]