fat joe
dopeman
Trying to cut the top off the Porsche Put a bitch in the front Better yet hundred sticks for the niggas that front I got a steel in them packs, got em right in the trunk Shoot the snap back off your muthaf-ckin head if you want I got a guardian angel, yeaf she stay in the hood And she pop up whenever I touch the grain on the wood I got a bitch from Atlanta, she remind me of Pebbles Got a hell of an ass, this redbone is a devil She call me Marty Mcfly, Nike Back To The Future 10 racks on my feet, but that’s something I’m used to I put my team on the map, you other niggas is fake Worse than Oregon, you switch a different jersey a day I’m in the beach somewhere foreign, I’m in your bitch while you snoring A million cash off the tour, then I’m back in the morning I’m f-ckin sick of you niggas, I’m about to throw up a million Doctor oz in the kitchen: cook a perfect prescription Go prez, go prez, rolling in Bugatti I got that Ringo Starr I’m slingin’ Paul Mccartney Bitch I’m in the kitchen with that Arm & Hammer Whipping George Harrison, John Lennon Dopeman! Dopeman! Dopeman bitch, I’m the dopeman Bitch I’m in the kitchen with that Arm & Hammer Whipping George Harrison, John Lennon Of course I could get em But do you know what to do with em? 60 for the brick even if you cop a few of ‘em Talking about that diesel: the root of all evil You could use your nostrils, or you could use a needle I need a hundred more, and I want it pure Cause when somebody die off it Then they want it more! The hustlers we surrounded by niggas that hold the hammers Oxys got generic, they switched it to old When you give em a 9 or better they go bananas Make a million dollars a month: that’s what the plan was Now to catch the morning shift Cause they need that morning sniff Thousand bundles finished by 11, then I’m blowing spliffs Show you how to get right, crib right, whip right Ten dollars a bag, but it’s 20 after midnight Pill man, weed man, stove man, coke man You know who I am muthaf-cka: I’m the dopeman Cut the man off the middle, I want it all off the top Bout to yacht me a nigga, run him off of the block I’m taking all of the profit, purchasing more of the product Invest in killers and dealers to take my company public I got a thing for them strippers Got a pole in the mansion White ho, Marilyn Manson This for all of my niggas doing time up in prison For getting caught with the burner, you know a rider’s ambition I’m ’bout to gamble with life, take a trip out to Vegas I’m ’bout a Zionist mic praying the Lord to forsake us Remember times I was broke, how it run in your pocket Spend my money on dope, then I tripled my profit Now I’m a multi-millionaire, head off in the Lear Take bitches on the private, than set off in the air “What you say nigga?” “I said I’ll suck yo dick!”