City of Dope, I call it Oak

Can't be broke, selling coke

Fat ropes, shattered hopes

Fresh cars and all that dope

Baseheads keep the trade alive

Nobody know about a 9 to 5

Everybody's just trying to survive

You need a gun, can't use those knives

You got a bullet? Well just pull it

And if you trip, get pistol-whipped

By a psychomaniac sick in his head

Wanna be a gangster, now he's dead

His brother took over, ain't no sweat

Bought a new drop-top white Corvette

Now he's buying keys, making G's

And all the girls say ";Won't you please

Take me"; In the City of Dope



See I'm hard as hell, no ghetto tale

You play a gun, but the game is real

You want to stop my money, how?

You keep smoking, I'm selling out

It's called the City of Dope, might be your town

Get a piece of the rock, turn your life around

So cool, don't even trip

You got the sack, get on the tip

A resident in the City of Dope

And every day I'm selling coke

I'm never broke, I don't smoke

I sold a rock and made you have a stroke

Pay cold cash you know, I won't need Bruno

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

In the City of Dope



Life in a coke town, heard it before

Think it's all been said, but it's so much more

It's like midnight, slanging rock

Task force just hit the block

Time to make a move, the spot got hot

You chase a cop, homeboy why not?

She lit the match and light the crack

Ain't giving no bitches no kind of slack

Or if you're playing the game, you're thinking the same

Goddamn that rock cocaine

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