Nyce - Dopest On The Scene lyrics

Chorus: Dopest on the scene (Repeatedly) VERSE 1 She loves my voice, said it gets her -------- moist I got Money in my pocket I could by a Rolls Royce Chuck tees , Pair a levis and a white T 3 scoops of the ---- No its not ice cream Feel like a Bad boy? U could call me Mike Larry Got a lot of weight More than u can ------- carry Got a lot of bounds Like my first name Barry Clint Eastwood Know U see the dirty Harry (Pop pop) No, it's not shoots Bottle after bottle Yeah, We got the club lock The name is HC And your boy is now official U need a time out? I'm a blow The ---------- whistle No I'm not a ref But your boy make calls --------- give me ----- B4 I take off their drawers I tell these ------- pause And get off a --------- --------- I'm bout making money I love flippin bricks (NYCE) Chorus: Dopest on the scene (Repeatedly) VERSE 2 Feel So high I ain't ever coming down I'm Lebron on the court Ya'll ------- out of bonds Think u a big dog Well I work for the pound Ya'll -------- --------- Should be wearing a gown No gangster But your boy's no punk Get your --- thrown away like a box full of junk Got five deadly fingers like a Shaolin Monk No elephant when I put you in the trunk I'm just a layback -------- Trying to move packs, make stacks, ASAP --------- Want a Maybach, 80 racks, That's big figures I Don't pay tax, I save That, that's getting richer Can't no job do it quicker Get no sleep So no I'm not a dreamer Going beat the block up Like Ike did Tina Going to go 12 rounds Like my name John Cena Ball so hard Snatch your -------- out your Beamer.. Written by Earl Steill © 2011 copyright