paroles de chanson Dope - Royce da 5′9″ feat. Sucka Free & Kid Vishis
Yeah,
I'm
BLOW,
'bout
to
do
it
after
I
make
One
of
your
favorite
rappers
buck
or
basically
outdo
'em
LIKE
SMACK!
Bout
to
do
as
soon
as
your
mouth
single
you
out
To
show
you
the
trigger
fingers
is
out
LIKE
CRACK!
Bout
to
slip
through
it
like
a
fiend
Bout
to
pick
through
the
pictures
of
the
game
like
a
dream
LIKE
GAY!
From
far
away,
from
a
fan
When
you
hear
it
then
you
know
you
the
man,
you
dope!
Yeah,
they
say
I
rhyme
like
I'm
from
Columbia
Cause
I
shine
like
weed
lights,
that's
why
I'm
signed
to
Columbia
With
three
mics
at
a
time
- I
come
from
the
underground
'Bout
a
hundred
a
pound,
it's
the
way
that
my
grind
Hoes
know
the
most
potent
blow
On
both
coasts
is
approachin
yo'
nose
Left
'em,
mo'
open,
right
steppers
turn
left
or
Burn
your
sceptum,
before
a
mic
checks
or
They
sell,
it
takes
me
to
teach
y'all
On
my
weight
scale,
we
basically
seesaw
Every
word
that
you
heard
is
the
murderous
version
Servin
you
herbs
when
you
mergin
with
birds
I
got
what
you
want
Product
that
I
come
with,
I
got
a
mic
that
light
up
like
a
blunt
If
you
seen
it
then
you
know
that
the
flow
is
the
meanest
If
I'm
screamin
that
I'm
dope
then
I
mean
it
Cause
I'm
like
Niggaz
feel
me
introvenously
Then
hail
and
feel
the
realness,
they
needin
me
Just
to
get
through
the
day
when
my
voice
ain't
there
It's
your
commercial
bullshit,
the
top
choice
ain't
there
While
the
A-1
Prada
shit
You
puttin
mix
jive
in
your
shit
Tryna
get,
too
much
out
of
it
Heads
been
tired
of
it,
here's
the
real
Cop
my
shit,
take
the
rap
and
all,
feel
the
chill
I'm
like
an
epidemic,
therapeudic
music
infectious
Vocals
so
potent
had
to
check
the
logo,
skull
and
crossbones
nigga
Go
on
and
try
get
your
spark
on
nigga
Fuck
stepped
on,
your
flows
sound
walked
on
nigga
Got
that
dope
pure
hundred
percent,
uncut
Take
it
whatever,
monster
flow
bangin
wherever
Any
hood,
any
project
borough,
any
country
Why
I'm
that
thorough,
the
same
effect,
ain't
no
comparin
I'm
bout
to
I
whip
out
the
wires
of
this
game
This
thang'll
make
you
feel
Ma$e
to
just
plain
retire
Runnin
'round
the
lottery
My
numbers
is
high,
and
y'all
wonderin
why
I
dumb
it
down
for
quantity
Whatever
you
like,
I
got
it
I
can
sell
it
for
twice
to
my
competitors
'stead
of
the
pipe
I'ma
be
the
best
seller,
yes
feller
I
was
pedalin
mics
when
you
was
pedalin
bikes,
now
let's
sell
it
Yeah,
the
seal
is
cracked
I'm
'bout
to
bag
mine
nigga,
it's
time
to
get
stacks
Thugs
scramblin
tryin
to
get
it,
I
got
the
slums
in
a
frenzy
Tryin
to
find
out
who
got
it,
my
product
liver
than
theirs
One
hit,
got
'em
noddin
they
heads
Damn
near
about
to
break
they
neck
Any
harder
it'll
break
they
deck
My
name
Juan
nigga
bang
that
shit
And
every
time
I'ma
brang
that
shit
'Til
I
Album
M.I.C. (Make It Count)
1 Buzz
2 Nickel
3 Jump
4 Stand Up
5 Gone in 30 Seconds
6 On the Road
7 Switch
8 Hit You (Street Games)
9 52 Bars
10 Basic Rap
11 Fuck a Hook
12 Dope
13 No Talent Rappers
14 Back in the Days
15 Brothers Keeper
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