SL Jones - Dope Man lyrics

Yikes, wow, yeah See how this feels, Jonesy [Verse 1] Bangin' out a little rocks so these b**hes know my name Feds on my dick, they think I'm selling c**aine True to the game, I'm so turnt up in this ho Sippin' icy clean sprite, ain't no syrup off in this ho yeah Can I get a whole check for these f** n***as, boppin' off of my fame Ain't gon be sh** when I'm gone, wudn't sh** poppin' off when I came I'm a dope fiends dream, I got everything you crave That's why you love me like a junkie, poking wholes in they veins I'm the man [Hook] Dope man dope man D-d-d-d-dope man Dope man dope man D-d-d-d-dope man Dope man dope man D-d-d-d-dope man Dope man dope man dope man [Verse 2] Dope man dope man, straight gla** no coke pan Frosted Flakes no Oat Bran, self made no spokesman From the ground up no floor plans, snap-back jordans High tops flip flops, wrap it up get shot Great shape I'm in tip top, I ain't said sh** my lips locked Draped up dripped out, Nina with me that b**h co*ked Fifth locked in that fall spyder, no love I got hard problems Night rider that car talk, transform and that car walk Look at what I'm doing, looking for the chewing These hoes on my dick like its made out of Louis yikes Crowd surfin' in an ocean full of wavy b**hes I got my locs on, I don't see them shady b**hes I got the cut sewn up, no stitches Call me mug shot shawty, cuz the feds taking pictures Cup full of mud but ain't no dirt off in my swisha Yeah my last name Jonesy, don't forget to add the mister I'm the man [Hook] [Verse 3] Fifty eleven hundreds in a dope boy knot Pink Pyrex, that's a coke boy pot Your money lookin' funny, you a joke boy stop Don't be playing with my time, like no broke toy clock Coolin', bad b**hes choosin' You want to download my wave, swag not included Break it down sack it up, trap it out and move it Making plays and hittin' licks to making cash off of music call it evolution Back to the old me, throw away strap and an Oz I'm 'bout that I'm 'bout that, in the kitchen bringing that ounce back Whole thang half price, correct change my swag right Fresh to d**h in my past life, with a beige babe she half white Fast life slow grind, my hustle mean but I'm so kind You hella s** blow job, my temper short it's like 4'9" Pica-boo in that dope ride, its ghost white poltergeist Creep up on you like yikes, broad day light flashin' my brights I'm the man [Hook]