Key: Bb major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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City of Dope, I call it Oak
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Can't be broke, selling coke
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Fat ropes, shattered hopes
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Fresh cars and all that dope
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Nobody know about a 9 to 5
Everybody's just trying to survive
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You need a gun,
can't use those knives
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You got a bullet? Well just pull it
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By a psycho maniac sick in his head
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Bought a new drop- top white Corvette
Now he's buying keys, making G's
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And all the girls say "Won't you please
Verse 2
Take me" In the City of Dope
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You play a gun, but the game is real
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You want to stop my money, how?
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You keep smoking, I'm selling out
It's called the City of Dope,
might be your town
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Get a piece of the rock,
turn your life around
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A resident in the City of Dope
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And every day I'm selling coke
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I'm never broke, I don't smoke
I'll hit you with my gat and
then I won't come back
Like ym peanut butter top
with the candy paint
All the high school tenders
drop down and faint
Verse 3
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Think it's all been said,
but it's so much more
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It's like midnight, slanging rock
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Task force just hit the block
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You chase a cop, homeboy why not?
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She lit the match and light the crack
kind of slack
I've seen a lot of my friends
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So when you get up, man, there you go
In the City of Dope, and the story goes
Want to be like free,
breaking millions of loaves
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In the City of Dope, where the color is gold
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On your neck, and your fingers,
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Enough said, but my rap won't en d
ain't nothing new
You want to grind that boat
til it's way past two
You say it's not easy,
that you're so hard
Sporting gold tone Z's, not credit cards
Got clout turn 'em out, you got bitches
You say you're not fake,
but I'm telling you this is
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Get a beeper homeboy and just
"The City of Dope"
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
So go on, live your life of crime
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The beat'll keep beating
while I say my rhyme
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In the City of Dope
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Verse 4
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Smoking weed, rolling 'em fat
learned to act like that
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Hey was raised in the ghetto
and felt the need
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To roll a fat joint and smoke that weed
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But the tale goes on and years went by
Ever since that day,
we call it "rock cocaine"
you might call it "crack"
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But wherever he went,
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I don't live in a mansion
but I drive a Benz
Say "Look here freak, kick me down
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I don't have time to talk right now"
Got to go to, my next hoe
Left right left, down the street
Getting paid freak by freak
There you see me,
Is it yes, is it no?
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But does it really matter you freaky hoe?
Outro 1
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