Fat Joe - Dopeman Lyrics
[Fat Joe]Trying to cut the top off the PorschePut a ***** in the frontBetter yet hundred sticks for the niggas that frontI got a steel in them packs, got em right in the trunkShoot the snap back off your muthaf-ckin head if you wantI got a guardian angel, yeaf she stay in the hoodAnd she pop up whenever I touch the grain on the woodI got a ***** from Atlanta, she remind me of PebblesGot a hell of an ass, this redbone is a devilShe call me Marty McFly, Nike Back To The Future10 racks on my feet, but that’s something I’m used toI put my team on the map, you other niggas is fakeWorse than Oregon, you switch a different jersey a dayI’m in the beach somewhere foreign, I’m in your ***** while you snoringA million cash off the tour, then I’m back in the morningI’m f-ckin sick of you niggas, I’m about to throw up a millionDoctor oz in the kitchen: cook a perfect prescription[Hook]Go prez, go prez, rolling in BugattiI got that Ringo StarrI’m slingin’ Paul McCartney***** I’m in the kitchen with that Arm & HammerWhipping George Harrison, John LennonDopeman! Dopeman!Dopeman *****, I’m the dopeman***** I’m in the kitchen with that Arm & HammerWhipping George Harrison, John Lennon[Jadakiss]Of course I could get emBut do you know what to do with em?60 for the brick even if you cop a few of ‘emTalking about that diesel: the root of all evilYou could use your nostrils, or you could use a needleI need a hundred more, and I want it pureCause when somebody die off itThen they want it more!The hustlers we surrounded by niggas that hold the hammersOxys got generic, they switched it to oldWhen you give em a 9 or better they go bananasMake a million dollars a month: that’s what the plan wasNow to catch the morning shiftCause they need that morning sniffThousand bundles finished by 11, then I’m blowing spliffsShow you how to get right, crib right, whip rightTen dollars a bag, but it’s 20 after midnightPill man, weed man, stove man, coke manYou know who I am muthaf-cka: I’m the dopeman[Hook]Cut the man off the middle, I want it all off the topBout to yacht me a nigga, run him off of the blockI’m taking all of the profit, purchasing more of the productInvest in killers and dealers to take my company publicI got a thing for them strippersGot a pole in the mansionWhite ho, Marilyn MansonThis for all of my niggas doing time up in prisonFor getting caught with the burner, you know a rider’s ambitionI’m ’bout to gamble with life, take a trip out to VegasI’m ’bout a Zionist mic praying the Lord to forsake usRemember times I was broke, how it run in your pocketSpend my money on dope, then I tripled my profitNow I’m a multi-millionaire, head off in the LearTake *****es on the private, than set off in the air“What you say nigga?”“I said I’ll suck yo dick!”[Hook]
