Текст, перевод и аккорды “City Of Dope”
- City of dope, I call it oak Cant be broke, selling coke Fat ropes, shattered hopes Fresh cars and all that dope Baseheads keep the trade alive Nobody know about a 9 to 5 Everybodys just trying to survive You need a gun, cant use those knives You got a bullet? well just pull it And if you trip, get pistol-whipped By a psychomaniac sick in his head Wanna be a gangster, now hes dead His brother took over, aint no sweat Bought a new drop-top white corvette Now hes buying keys, making gs And all the girls say "wont you please Take me" in the city of dope See Im hard as hell, no ghetto tale You play a gun, but the game is real You want to stop my money, how? You keep smoking, Im selling out Its called the city of dope, might be your town Get a piece of the rock, turn your life around So cool, dont even trip You got the sack, get on the tip A resident in the city of dope And every day Im selling coke Im never broke, I dont smoke I sold a rock and made you have a stroke Pay cold cash you know, I wont need bruno Ill hit you with my gat and then I wont come back Like ym peanut butter top with the candy paint All the high school tenders drop down and faint In the city of dope Life in a coke town, heard it before Think its all been said, but its so much more Its like midnight, slanging rock Task force just hit the block Time to make a move, the spot got hot You chase a cop, homeboy why not? She lit the match and light the crack Aint giving no bitches no kind of slack Or if youre playing the game, youre thinking the same Goddamn that rock cocaine Ive seen a lot of my friends go off that pipe And every night smoke coke thats white So when you get up, man, there you go You and that pipe just dogging the hoes In the city of dope, and the story goes Want to be like free, breaking millions of loaves In the city of dope, where the color is gold On your neck, and your fingers, and your brand new rolls Enough said, but my rap wont end Its on a one way trip to san quinten Like you my friend, aint nothing new You want to grind that boat til its way past two You say its not easy, that youre so hard Sporting gold tone zs, not credit cards Got clout turn em out, you got bitches You say youre not fake, but Im telling you this is The city of dope, might be your world Get a beeper homeboy and just sell that girl Im from the town called "the city of dope" It couldnt be saved by john the pope So go on, live your life of crime The beatll keep beating while I say my rhyme In the city of dope Smoking weed, rolling em fat You wonder where the boy learned to act like that Hey was raised in the ghetto and felt the need To roll a fat joint and smoke that weed But the tale goes on and years went by Another drug came and the boy got high Ever since that day, he just wasnt the same Where I come from, we call it "rock cocaine" Where you come from, you might call it "crack" But wherever he went, you see he never came back I tried to tell the motherfucker, but he dont know I say to coke, "pimp that ho" I dont live in a mansion but I drive a benz Cut to the turf and collect my ends Say "look here freak, kick me down I dont have time to talk right now" Got to go to, my next hoe And get kicked down, a little more Left right left, down the street Getting paid freak by freak There you see me, there you dont You wonder will i, or wont Is it yes, is it no? But does it really matter you freaky hoe? In the city of dope
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