T.I. - Dope Boyz Lyrics
[T.I. talking]Ay, ay, ay, what you need shawtyAy shawty man a I got 5 for 45 shawty, 5 for 45Well shit what you need shawtyAy these these bd's right here shawtyAy this that this that noyd too shawtyYou can't get no better than this right hereAy nigga well get the ***** out my trapp then[Verse 1]A crack a ki' a crumb do it fifty mo' timesThe quarter go for 5 and the half go for 9Still in the trapp wit them break down dimesHit me on the hipper anytime, I don't mindWhy y'all niggas *****ing on and whining I'm a grindShack it in the winter and the summer I'm a shine (getting mine)It's plenty of money to be made from Candler Road to BankheadIt's plenty of room to get paid for those that ain't scaredI got the hard for the j's and dro' for the dank headsThe dope game still strong like pimping ain't deadHeard what I said I ain't buying no yellWeighing 36 o's or more on a triple beam scaleYeah, look like you got that touchy bug shawtyStanding round in my trapp I think you *****ing up shawtySame nigga who taut a k getting paid in the trappMade a song for the niggas and the J's in da trappFor the...[Hook]Da dope boyz in the trapp niggaThe thug nigga, drug dealer where you at niggaI say the, da dope boyz in the trapp niggaThe thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at niggaYa dope boyz in the trapp niggaThe thug nigga, drug dealer where you at, a where you at niggaYa dope boyz in the trapp niggaThis for da, ya dope boyz in the trapp nigga[Verse 2]Never everybody in the swats know I got the fiyah fiyahNigga want that weight got it for the high highYou can't even supply the package I buyI get it and I cook and it's gone for it dryGet a quarter ki and cut it down to all dimesBuy my own blow so the profits all mineHow we gone shine?, the same way we gone grindNiggas ain't gone be able to see us hey, they gone think they gone blindC got choppers on his vert and I got daden's on mineTriple gold and vogues, poppin' moe' blowin' pineHoney brown wood grain wheel in the 'lacOak on the dash and the 12's in the backCame for years of trappin', staying down wit the crackNow that I made it rapping I ain't never going backI'ma let the paper stack till it can't no moreStill got love for my niggas slangin' blowGetting do' fo' sure[Hook][Verse 3]I remember it all started wit a quarter ounce of hardMe and C-Roy crunked the trapp up in CobbNann nigga barred we the trillest niggas livingIf this ain't yo trapp then what the ***** you doing in it?What the mutha*****ing business, do you think you puttin down?If so then my corner you need to get the ***** from roundUnless you wanna sell some weed my nigga Beed got the poundAnything else I don't need ya help, I got the hard locked down37's ki's in da grill of the broamJumped from 33 to my folk in Boyd homesAll most gone ain't got but four mo'Eternal Simpson Road ain't no more blowNothing left for you but to count my do'Just something else to do while I blow my dro'350k what I paid for the shitMade 850 quick when I flipped all these bricksGetting rich in this *****[HooK: 2x](T.I. shouting out da dope boyz!)Ay one time for da dope boyz in ATLFrom the SWATS on Campbelton Roadon over to the Westside on Bankhead, ya understandOn over to Candler RoadAy I know y'all niggaz out there getting money in DecaturGot damn ay we going on down to Miami shawtyAy we know y'all niggas got them thangs down there for the lowI'm coming to get someAy one time for my niggas up in Tennessee shawtyUp in Orange Mound, y'all niggas trapp rolling goodOn over to Memphis I know the pimpings real good down there
