Dope Game

Check one, check two, let's take a cruise

I done did the game every which way but loose

Nothing left to do except collect my cash

And I bet that ass that the Mex gon' last

Put the past on paper, threw away my pager

'Cause these boys keep calling for lost the cookie baker

Mama saved me from the hate now I'm hard in the pain

I'm in the place, in your face, tryna sell you a tape

I break records in Texas, creeps in Caddies and Benzes

And a pretender if he step up to the bullet bartender

I bet I check and wreck a sucker riding bumper to bumper

I might dump the whole clips and miss and hit your uncle

I ain't trippin', flippin', sippin' on purple Lipton

Diggin' women in the drop, lemon G living

I was driven to my last nerve, hittin' curbs

Puttin' twenties on a glass hearse

End of verse

No shame

Welcome to the dope game

This is where we don't play

Leave your boys with no brains

WhoRidas

No shame

Welcome to the dope game

This is where we don't play

Leave your boys with no brains

WhoRidas

I remember long ago I never got no love

Still I knew that one day that I'd be popular

I used to stand in the circle trying to smoke your bud

Just hoping that the blunt wouldn't pass me up

I used to ask for a sip of your syrup

I used to never walk around with the white cup

Now I drink 8, eat steaks on silver plates

Girls fanning my face, others feeding 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 sets in southwest

I ain't got no credit cards except Mexican Express

I'ma dress my baby girl and rock the whole dang world

If you need tracks Happy P got my referral

Your head twirl to the sound of SP Mex

Ridin' in the Lex with a dog named Plex

Southside to the north at the old golf course

They valeted the white Porsche with the bulletproof doors

No shame

Welcome to the dope game

This is where we don't play

Leave your boys with no brains

WhoRidas

No shame

Welcome to the dope game

This is where we don't play

Leave your boys with no brains

WhoRidas

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 egg foo young

I come from the hills of ghetto thrills and chills

Three wheelin', dope dealin', killin' nothin but squeals

My third wish was to break this curse and myth

Now I'm worldwide status on your satellite dish

Punk checker, chump wrecker, got the salt and the pepper

Left a mark in the game and 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 puts leather on my couch

A thousand dollars a week, my baby girl's allowance

Dope house bouncin' cash to my foreign accounts

No shame

Welcome to the dope game

This is where we don't play

Leave your boys with no brains

WhoRidas

No shame

Welcome to the dope game

This is where we don't play

Leave your boys with no brain

WhoRidas