dope game lyrics – game

check 1, check 2, let’s take a cruise
i done did the game every which way but loose
nothin’ left to do except collect my cash
& i bet that *ss that the mex gon’ last
put the past on paper, threw away my pager
cause these boys keep callin’ from loc’s to cookie baker
mama saved ’em from the hate, now i’m hard with the pain
i’m in the place in your face tryin’ to sell you a tape
i break records in texas creepin’ in caddies & benz’s
& a pretender if he step up to the bullet bartender
i bet i check & wreck a sucker ridin’ b*mper to b*mper
i might dump the whole clip & miss & hit your uncle
i ain’t trippin’ flippin’ sippin’ on purple lipton
diggin’ bivd in the drop lemon, g livin’
i was driven to my last nerve, hittin’ curbs
puttin’ 20’s on a gr*ss hurst
end of verse.

[chorus:]
no shame
welcome to the dope game
this is were we don’t play
leave your boys with no brains
whoridas. [x2]

i remember long ago i never got no love
still i knew that one day i’d be popular
i used to stand in the circle tryin’ to smoke your bud
just hopin’ that the blunt wouldn’t p*ss me up
i used to ask for a sip of your syrup
i used to never walk around with the white cup
now i eat 18 steaks on silver plates
girls fanin’ my face, others feedin’ me grapes
by the grace of god, i was given the job
to run through the rap game like corn on the cob
so blessed in my test, i bought my set’s in the southwest
i ain’t got no credit cards except mexican express
i’m a dress my baby girl & rock the whole d*mn world
if you needs tracks happy p got my referal
your head twirl to the sounds of the sp mex
ridin’ in the lex with a dog named plex
southside to the north, at the old golf course
the valet the white porsche with the bulletproof doors.

[chorus:]
no shame
welcome to the dope game
this is were we don’t play
leave your boys with no brains
whoridas. [x2]

it’s the l o s c o y
pack the pistola, oh me oh my
my nina shine like the sun, i never ask for a crumb
for breakfast my chef makes me eggs-fuyon
i’ve come from the hills of ghetto thrills & chills
3 wheelin’ dope dealin’ killin’ nothin’ but squeels
my 3rd wish was to break this curse & myth
now i’m worldwide status on your satilite dish
punk checker, chump wrecker, got the salt & the pepper
left a mark in the game & never been a half stepper
leopard skin on my couch, be like oscar the grouch
from the streets pullin’ rocks out my kangaroo pouch
but i told these boys, never at my house
whether it’s the ounce that put’s leather on my couch
a thousand dollar’s a week, my baby girl’s allowance
dope house bouncin’ cash to my forgein accounts.

[chorus:]
no shame
welcome to the dope game
this is were we don’t play
leave your boys with no brains
whoridas. [x2]

/ game lyrics