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Andrew Noland - The Dope Man Lyrics

[Intro: Cam'ron]
Killa

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
How I get robbed in Cali? I be with Cali thugs
Got mobbed in Cali, yeah, that Cali love (Cali love)
Come on, chattermouth, had my bling-blackers out (Come on)
Stick me, what that about? I was the only rapper out (Only one)
Beverly, Foxhill, Roscoe's, swap meet
Slauson, Crenshaw, Compton, we not sweet
Like I'm chump change, Jimmy with his dun game (Game)
I'm fun aim, LAX gun range
White Lotus, Felli Fel, holla'd at the kid proper (What up, Felli?)
If something happen, skip rappin', they'll be big choppers (Big choppers)
Ghetto bird, word, 'cause I keep the big chopper (Big chopper)
No disrespect (Nope), niggas killed Big Poppa (Who else?)
The Williams sister (Uh-huh), Romeo from Steve Harvey (What happened?)
Got the drop, get the drop, no please, sorry (No sorry)
Got weed on me (On me), no need guard me (Nope)
I'm what you need probably (Probably), I teach robbery

[Chorus: Jim Jones]
We ride in that Eastside
Please roll up my weed high
We ride in that Westside
The city where them TECs fly
That dirty, dirty Southside
Midwest up top when we outside
But we ride in that Eastside
So please roll up my weed high
[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
My mama always told me aim for the sky (Sky's the limit)
So I came out bangin' and aimin' at guys
It was mainly slangin' that 'caine by the pies (Pie two-fives)
And the fiends was payin' for a dangerous high (Crack)
Blow, peep, and ammonia, we mix it down
It's no sleep on the corner, the pitchin' mound
And police, when they saw us, they frisked us down
We hold heat, marijuanas, they lick it down (Down)
So tell Bloomberg it's a wrizzy (Fuck that)
And take it back to '88 and move birds though my city
GW Bridge, New Jers' with the pizzies (Uh-huh)
Twenty-eight a key, the suburbs, they get busy (Patterson)
And fuck the phones, get the word by mouth (Hang that up)
When the winter roll around, know the birds fly south (Miami)
And fuck the cops, got hella folks up in prison (Fuck the police)
Had no other option but to sell coke for a livin'

[Chorus: Jim Jones & Cam'ron]
We ride in that Eastside
Please roll up my weed high
We ride in that Westside
The city where them TECs fly
That dirty, dirty Southside
Midwest up top when we outside
But we ride in that Eastside
So please roll up my weed high (Killa)
[Verse 3: Cam'ron]
Dope man, smoke man, O's float the coast, damn (Coast)
Wrote coke and postman, slow jams, coke land
Roast, damn, sold grams, no ma'am
Sell white, throw tan, tell her (I'll holla)
Watch the kid from 140 bake (Bake)
They say shorty straight (Grams)
Twenty-eight grams turned four forty-eight (That's a half)
Lord upstate bought the cakes, law offer four to eight
All I do, ignore the jake, tell 'em (I'll holla)
I still bubble O's (Those), still double those (Those)
Still double my double, down in the double-O (Double-O)
From the CO, love gets sent to daddy
Akron, Springfield, Cleveland, Cincinnati (Cincinnati)
That's Detroit, Minnesota, Greenpoint
Naptown, Sactown, The Lou got some mean joints (Mean joints)
We orangutan it, a Range, bang it
Deranged strange, like Pac, I'm gang related (Killa, holla)

[Chorus: Jim Jones]
We ride in that Eastside
Please roll up my weed high
We ride in that Westside
The city where them TECs fly
That dirty, dirty Southside
Midwest up top when we outside
But we ride in that Eastside
So please roll up my weed high