Dope Boy Shit chords by SNO

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Verse 1
Am 
Okay, okay.
All right, big man,
you want to make some big bucks.
Let's see how tough you are.
You know something about cocaine?
F 
Dígame. Are you kidding me or what?
You know something
Am 
about cocaine?
F 
Am 
Everybody in  my neighborhood
had nice cars
Everybody in my neighborhood
had bad bras
F 
Everybody in my neighborhood all sold out
So I got up off my ass
and got on my job
Am 
That's how it was ring, dope boy shit,
dope, dope, that's how was ring
Dope boy shit, dope, dope,
F 
that's how it's written
Dope boy shit, dope, dope,
that's how it's written
Dope boy shit, dope, dope,
Am 
that's how it's written
Me amigo said he's all about his pesos
I'm all about fettuccine alfredo
F 
I want the whole enchilada
topped off with queso
Put it in a pot and spread it out
like it's play -doh
Am 
Everybody in my neighborhood
was all dope men
So at an early age I learned
to get the coke in
F 
I  seen dreams turn
to ashes on a coke can
Am 
No joke, man, we was broke, man
So we woke up and we
got it on our own
Four o 'clock in the mornin',
junkies callin' up my phone
F 
Hit the door and chuck the deuces,
told my mama that I'm grown
Cause my brother was a thug
and papa was a roller skater
Am 
Everybody in my neighborhood
had nice cars
Everybody in my neighborhood
had bad bars
F 
Everybody in my neighborhood all sold out
So I gotta fuck my ass
and get on my job
Am 
That's how it was, ring dope boy shit
Do -Do -Boy shit
Ring dope boy shit
Do -Do -Boy shit
F 
Ring dope boy shit
Do -Do -Boy shit
Do -Boy shit
Am 
Do -Do -Boy shit
Dope boy shit
Yeah I'm holding blocks
In my hood,
got them cuckoo for coca rocks
F 
I  got that straight drop,
yo shit sold a lot
Paint the donk the same color
Am 
as the soda box
Workin' two pots on my
mama's stove top
Five hundred and four grams,
make sure that the dough lock
F 
I be on the block,
give a fuck what the teachers say
I leave the school, bend the corner,
Am 
post up with the ether base
Got raw, that's so raw,
fiends say they saw Jesus' face
Fuck it, I don't need your cake,
I kill your ass and leave the state
F 
Merk your ass, won't leave no trace
If you want that beef, then I feed you steak
Got goons in the hood that'll
eat their face
I ain't trippin', I'll beat that case
I want you to go over there
Am 
And if it's what they say,
then you should pay
them and bring it back
You do that, you got five grand
Dope boy shit, dope, dope,
that's how it's written
Dope boy shit, dope, dope,
F 
that's how it's written
Dope boy shit, dope, dope,
that's how it's written
Dope boy shit, dope, dope,
Am 
that's how it's written
Dope boy shit, dope, dope,
that's it's written
Dope boy shit, dope dope,
F 
that's how it's written
Dope boy shit, dope dope,
that's how it's written