Mr. Bigg - Dopeman b**h lyrics

[Mr. Bigg, toned down voice, Hook X3] Your friends ain't sh** Your sister ain't sh** And you ain't nothin' but a dopeman b**h [Mr. Bigg in a higher voice, with females, Hook X6] Your friends ain't sh** Your sister ain't sh** And you ain't nothin' but a dopeman b**h [Verse One] Some nasty a** b**h said I had a nasty mouth Every time I open don't nothin' but nasty sh** come out Listen b**h to this story about A young n***a comin' straight from the f**in' south I'm 6'6" slangin' dick Alabama style f** a b**h and call her a ho and kick her out the door b**hes like it when a n***a talk nasty to 'em Beat they a** and take they cash And them project hoes I don't trust 'em n***as fall in love with them but everybody f**in' 'em I'm talkin' national hoes until I die A b**h can't respect herself so why the f** should I? Say yes ma'am or call you a lady Take you out to dinner b**h you got to be crazy You got the nerve to say I ain't sh**? Cuz I got no respect for a sorry a** lazy a** b**h [Hook with Mr. Bigg and females X4] [Verse Two] Have you ever met a b**h in your life that was no good? Everybody done f**ed her in the neighborhood They all call her by her nickname She s** dick man And she love the dopeman Different n***as every night different cars in the yard The stankin' b**h f**ed all my homeboys And on check baby b**h got a lot around the house n***as waitin' to stick they dick up in the b**h mouth All you silly hoes and food stampers You gettin' your hair fixed you need to be buyin' some pampers Your babies ain't had shoes in a year But you're wearin' Diamonds in your motherf**in' ears b**h you gets no respect Since you ??? me to kick your a** clean out the projects I feel sorry for your babies They can't help it if they motherf**in' nanny just plain lazy Dirty dishes in the sink cuz they ain't been fed And they sleepin' in a pissy a** bunk bed Five other kids five different daddies Little bad motherf**ers throwin' rocks at my Caddy I still give 'em change everytime I see 'em The b**h don't need 'em cuz the b**h won't feed 'em You got the nerve to say I ain't sh**? Cuz I got no respect for a sorry a** lazy a** b**h [Hook with Mr. Bigg and females X4] [Verse Three] Went to the mall what I seen was a f**in' shame I seen some hoes out there stealin' but I ain't gon' call they name They didn't know it but I seen they a** creepin' Had a trunk full of sh** that they done stole out of Gayfer's and Parisian's The b**h tried to call me a lie Tryin' on clothes that you know your a** ain't gon' buy b**hes like to steal silk (sh**) But won't go to the store to steal a can of milk They wanna blame it on they baby daddy You can't blame your baby daddy you don't know your f**in' baby daddy I see you in the club thinkin' you the sh** ho But for real though you tryin' to turn a trick ho With the first n***a with the most gold on Fat ??? beeper and a celluar phone Now it's time for you to take all the k** Forty dollars for the light bill fifty for the phone bill More kids than the b**h own already but p**y so big motherf**ers gotta bring a lunch And a Walkman with extra batteries n***as throwin' a party on that p**y every Saturday You got the nerve to say I ain't sh**? Cuz I got no respect for a sorry a** lazy a** b**h [Hook with Mr. Bigg and females until fade]