Kunci: Bb major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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City of Dope, I call it Oak
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Can't be broke, selling coke
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Fat ropes, shattered hopes
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Fresh cars and all that dope
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Baseheads keep the trade alive
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Nobody know about a 9 to 5
Everybody's just trying to survive
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You need a gun,
can't use those knives
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You got a bullet? Well just pull it
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And if you trip, get pistol- whipped
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By a psycho maniac sick in his head
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want to be a gangster,
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His brother took over, ain't no sweat
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Bought a new drop- top white Corvette
Now he's buying keys, making G's
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And all the girls say "Won't you please
Verse 2
Take me" In the City of Dope
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See I'm hard as hell, no ghetto tale
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You play a gun, but the game is real
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You want to stop my money, how?
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You keep smoking, I'm selling out
It's called the City of Dope,
might be your town
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Get a piece of the rock,
turn your life around
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You got the sack, get on the tip
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A resident in the City of Dope
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And every day I'm selling coke
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I'm never broke, I don't smoke
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I sold a rock and made you have a stroke
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
Verse 3
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Life in a coke town, heard it before
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Think it's all been said,
but it's so much more
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It's like midnight, slanging rock
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Task force just hit the block
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Time to make a move, the spot got hot
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You chase a cop, homeboy why not?
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She lit the match and light the crack
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Ain't giving no bitches no
kind of slack
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Or if you're playing the game,
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Goddamn that rock cocaine
I've seen a lot of my friends
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And every night smoke coke that's white
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So when you get up, man, there you go
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You and that pipe just dogging the hoes
In the City of Dope, and the story goes
Want to be like free,
breaking millions of loaves
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In the City of Dope, where the color is gold
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On your neck, and your fingers,
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Enough said, but my rap won't en d
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It's on a one way trip
ain't nothing new
You want to grind that boat
til it's way past two
You say it's not easy,
that you're so hard
Sporting gold tone Z's, not credit cards
Got clout turn 'em out, you got bitches
You say you're not fake,
but I'm telling you this is
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The City of Dope, might be your world
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Get a beeper homeboy and just
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I'm from the town called
"The City of Dope"
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
So go on, live your life of crime
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The beat'll keep beating
while I say my rhyme
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In the City of Dope
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Verse 4
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Smoking weed, rolling 'em fat
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You wonder where the boy
learned to act like that
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Hey was raised in the ghetto
and felt the need
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To roll a fat joint and smoke that weed
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But the tale goes on and years went by
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Another drug came and the boy got high
Ever since that day,
we call it "rock cocaine"
you might call it "crack"
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But wherever he went,
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you see he never came back
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I tried to tell the motherfucker,
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I say to coke, "Pimp that ho"
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I don't live in a mansion
but I drive a Benz
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Cut to the turf and collect my ends
Say "Look here freak, kick me down
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I don't have time to talk right now"
Got to go to, my next hoe
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And get kicked down, a little more
Left right left, down the street
Getting paid freak by freak
There you see me,
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You wonder will I, or won't
Is it yes, is it no?
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But does it really matter you freaky hoe?
Outro 1
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