| Lotta dope
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| Gotta lotta dope
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| Ba-ba-da-bope
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| Ba-da-ba-da-beee
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| Ba-ba-da-bope
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| Yeah
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| Ba-ba-da-bope
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| I said we gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta coke
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| We got weed, that’s a lotta smoke
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| Yeah, that’s that loud I hope
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| We gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta dope
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| Ba-ba-da-bope
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| I said we gotta lotta dope, yea we gotta lotta coke
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| We got weed, there’s a lotta smoke
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| Yea, that’s that lotta dope
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| I said we gotta lotta dope
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| Ba-ba-da-bope
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| Okay we gotta lotta dope
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| We got the hotter hoes
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| I said we done shot a lot of folk
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| We be in and out of court
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| And I done seen so many cowards croak
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| It’s like watching flowers grow
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| I mean, please, don’t you cowards know?
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| We will leave your bloody body on your mama’s porch
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| Lord, born in the projects
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| Papa was a rolling stone, selling rock crack
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| Yeah, I grew up in my day
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| Making juugs on a phone with no contacts
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| I’m drinking Activas only know Hi-Tech
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| Hold on, think I’m getting too high tech
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| Yeah, I think she getting a contact
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| Now she needs some dope dick, and she know who to contact
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| Ba-da-ba-da-beee
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| Ba-ba-da-bope
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| Yeah
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| Ba-ba-da-bope
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| I said we gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta coke
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| We got weed, that’s a lotta smoke
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| Yeah, that’s that loud I hope
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| We gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta dope
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| Ba-ba-da-bope
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| Yo Tunes, pass the steel, or bash the steel
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| My passion real, I’m fashion ill
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| The pussy niggas are Massingil, mass appeal
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| My past is real before I had the deal, you dig?
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| Pies and cakes, out of state
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| Lies is fake, God don’t make mistakes
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| Got the girl pussy smelling like Codeine Syrup
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| Got the bands on me like a football field, I’m ill
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| I deserve a threesome for my birthday
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| If she pretty it’s Magic City on the first date
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| Cup of lean and toast, yeah I’m ‘posed to boast
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| Goody Mo the quote, not many coming close
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| Trying to smoke what I never smoked before
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| Dream what I never dreamed before
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| Woke up and my Rolls sky high
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| I ride by, I drive by then hop out
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| Ba-da-ba-da-beee
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| Ba-ba-da-bope
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| Yeah
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| Ba-ba-da-bope
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| I said we gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta coke
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| We got weed, that’s a lot of smoke
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| Yeah, that’s that loud I hope
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| We gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta dope
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| Ba-ba-da-bope
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| Big dreams, big rings, big chains
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| Switch lanes, sip lean
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| Sixteen, seventeen, Medellin
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| Favorite color money green
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| A triple beam, a hundred Ps of sour Ds
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| A bunch of Ds, she can come suck on these, no suckas please
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| See I look like my daddy though
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| I get high, I get the munchies eating edible
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| If it’s available
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| Bitch you never know
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| Oyster Perpetual
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| Trapped at the Texaco like I’m OJ
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| Trying to put it in her mouth like Colgate
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| Ben Franklin, that’s my muthafuckin soul mate
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| Yea I need a mop, I got a new flo' today
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| I’m sippin' syrup like a got a fuckin' cold today
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| I’m throwing tres up like Golden State
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| Old school the same color as Sidney Poitier
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| Ba-da-ba-da-beee
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| Ba-ba-da-bope
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| (Got a lot, got a lot)
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| Yeah
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| Ba-ba-da-bope
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| I said we gotta lotta dope
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| (Got a lot, got a lot) We gotta lotta coke
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| We got weed, that’s a lotta smoke
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| Yeah, that’s that loud I hope
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| We gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta dope
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| Ba-ba-da-bope |