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Текст песни Too Short - City of Dope

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City of dope, I call it oakCant be broke, selling cokeFat ropes, shattered hopesFresh cars and all that dopeBaseheads keep the trade aliveNobody know about a 9 to 5Everybodys just trying to surviveYou need a gun, cant use those knivesYou got a bullet? well just pull itAnd if you trip, get pistol-whippedBy a psychomaniac sick in his headWanna be a gangster, now hes deadHis brother took over, aint no sweatBought a new drop-top white corvetteNow hes buying keys, making gsAnd all the girls say "wont you pleaseTake me" in the city of dopeSee Im hard as hell, no ghetto taleYou play a gun, but the game is realYou want to stop my money, how? You keep smoking, Im selling outIts called the city of dope, might be your townGet a piece of the rock, turn your life aroundSo cool, dont even tripYou got the sack, get on the tipA resident in the city of dopeAnd every day Im selling cokeIm never broke, I dont smokeI sold a rock and made you have a strokePay cold cash you know, I wont need brunoIll hit you with my gat and then I wont come backLike ym peanut butter top with the candy paintAll the high school tenders drop down and faintIn the city of dopeLife in a coke town, heard it beforeThink its all been said, but its so much moreIts like midnight, slanging rockTask force just hit the blockTime to make a move, the spot got hotYou chase a cop, homeboy why not? She lit the match and light the crackAint giving no bitches no kind of slackOr if youre playing the game, youre thinking the sameGoddamn that rock cocaineIve seen a lot of my friends go off that pipeAnd every night smoke coke thats whiteSo when you get up, man, there you goYou and that pipe just dogging the hoesIn the city of dope, and the story goesWant to be like free, breaking millions of loavesIn the city of dope, where the color is goldOn your neck, and your fingers, and your brand new rollsEnough said, but my rap wont endIts on a one way trip to san quintenLike you my friend, aint nothing newYou want to grind that boat til its way past twoYou say its not easy, that youre so hardSporting gold tone zs, not credit cardsGot clout turn em out, you got bitchesYou say youre not fake, but Im telling you this isThe city of dope, might be your worldGet a beeper homeboy and just sell that girlIm from the town called "the city of dope"It couldnt be saved by john the popeSo go on, live your life of crimeThe beatll keep beating while I say my rhymeIn the city of dopeSmoking weed, rolling em fatYou wonder where the boy learned to act like thatHey was raised in the ghetto and felt the needTo roll a fat joint and smoke that weedBut the tale goes on and years went byAnother drug came and the boy got highEver since that day, he just wasnt the sameWhere I come from, we call it "rock cocaine"Where you come from, you might call it "crack"But wherever he went, you see he never came backI tried to tell the motherfucker, but he dont knowI say to coke, "pimp that ho"I dont live in a mansion but I drive a benzCut to the turf and collect my endsSay "look here freak, kick me downI dont have time to talk right now"Got to go to, my next hoeAnd get kicked down, a little moreLeft right left, down the streetGetting paid freak by freakThere you see me, there you dontYou wonder will i, or wontIs it yes, is it no? But does it really matter you freaky hoe? In the city of dope

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