City of Dope, I call it Oak
Can't 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
Everybody's just trying to survive
You got a bullet? Well just pull it
And if you trip, get pistol- whipped
By a psycho maniac sick in his head
His brother took over, ain't no sweat
Bought a new drop- top white Corvette
Now he's buying keys, making G's
And all the girls say "Won't you please
Take me" In the City of Dope
See I'm 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, I'm selling out
It's called the City of Dope,
You got the sack, get on the tip
A resident in the City of Dope
And every day I'm selling coke
I'm never broke, I don't smoke
I sold a rock and made you have a stroke
I'll hit you with my gat and
Like ym peanut butter top
All the high school tenders
Life in a coke town, heard it before
Think it's all been said,
It's 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
Ain't giving no bitches no
Or if you're playing the game,
Goddamn that rock cocaine
I've seen a lot of my friends
And every night smoke coke that's 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
breaking millions of loaves
In the City of Dope, where the color is gold
On your neck, and your fingers,
Enough said, but my rap won't en d
You want to grind that boat
Sporting gold tone Z's, not credit cards
Got clout turn 'em out, you got bitches
but I'm telling you this is
The City of Dope, might be your world
Get a beeper homeboy and just
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
So go on, live your life of crime
Smoking weed, rolling 'em fat
Hey was raised in the ghetto
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
we call it "rock cocaine"
you might call it "crack"
you see he never came back
I tried to tell the motherfucker,
I say to coke, "Pimp that ho"
I don't live in a mansion
Cut to the turf and collect my ends
Say "Look here freak, kick me down
I don't 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
You wonder will I, or won't
But does it really matter you freaky hoe?