The Dope Man - Cam'Ron, Jim Jones

Killa, Killa…

How I get robbed in Cali?

I be with Cali thugs

Got mobbed in Cali, yeah, that Cali love

Come on chatter mouth, have my bling black is out

Stick me what that about, I was the only rapper out

Beverly, Foxhill, Roscos, swap meet

Slausson, Crenshaw, Compton, we not sweet

Like I’m chump change, Jimmy with his dun game

I’m fun aim, LAX gun range

Wife load is Felli Fel, holla’d at the kid proper

If something happen, skip rapping, they’ll be big choppas

Ghetto bird word, cause I keep the big choppa

No disrespect, niggas killed Big Poppa

The Williams sister, Romeo from Steve Harvey

Got the drop, get the drop, no please sorry

Got weed on me, no need guard me

I’m what you need probably, I teach robbery

We ride in that east side

Please roll up my weed high

We ride in west side

The city were them TECs fly

That dirty dirty south side

Midwest up top when we outside

But we ride in that east side

So please roll up my weed high

My momma always told me aim for the sky

So I, came out bangin and aiming at guys

It was, mainly slangin that 'caine by the pies

And the, fiends was payin for dangerous high

Blow, peep and ammonia, we mix it down

There’s no sleep on the corner, the pitching mound

And police, when the saw us they frisked us down

We hold heat, marijuana, they lick it down

So tell Bloomberg it’s a wrizzy

I take it back to '88 and move birds though my city

G.W.

Bridge, New Jers with the pizzies

28 a key, the suburbs, they get busy

And fuck the phones, get the word by mouth

When the winter roll around, know the birds fly south (Miami)

And fuck the cops, got hella folks up in prison

Had no other option but to sell coke for a livin'

We ride in that east side

Please roll up my weed high

We ride in west side

The city were them TECs fly

That dirty dirty south side

Midwest up top when we outside

But we ride in that east side

So please roll up my weed high

Killa.

Dope man, smoke man

O’s float the coast, damn

Wrote coke and post man, slow jams, cokeland

Throat jams, throw grams, no ma’ams

Sell white throw tan, tell her (I'll holla)

Watch the kid from 140 bake

They say shorty straight

28 grams, turn 4, 48

Lord upstate, bought the cakes

Law offer 4 to 8

All I do ignore they Jake, tell 'em (I'll holla)

I still bubble O’s, still double those

Still double my double, down in the double O

From the C. O, love gets sent to Daddy

Akron, Springfield, Cleveland, Cincinnati

That’s Detroit, Minnesota, Greenpoint

Naptown, Sactown, The Lou gots some mean joints

We orangutan it, a range bang it

Deranged strange

Like Pac I’m Gang Related (Killa, holla)

We ride in that east side

Please roll up my weed high

We ride in west side

The city were them TECs fly

That dirty dirty south side

Midwest up top when we outside

But we ride in that east side

So please roll up my weed high