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Dope

Rafael Casal, Daveed Diggs, & Too $hort•Official Audio (YouTube API)

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Dope (dope)

Dope (dope), in the city of

Dope (dope)

Dope (dope), in the city of

I got my start in the weed game

Upgraded to pills

Sold them to the kids in the flats and the kids in the hills

And ooh, was they buying

I was out here gettin' money for that new shit

I was about to be driving

Couple stacks got me a t-door Saturn coupe

It was no cool but sub my sure my shit knock, fool

And my high school, she was fine I guess

I mean no disrespect, I was not cute

(Yo, where the fuck you from, boy?)

B-Town, B-Town

My mom was a far out hippie

My pops was a damn Hispanic

So census box checking was tricky

I grew up in another town

All my boys are from East Oakland

Talk loud, get your head broke in

Nah, we're chill, we just jokin'

Unless you don't stop

I drive 'cause we all hate cops

Them fuckin' with the brown boys won't stop

Everybody slumped down at the red light

Windows up, inside smelling like a smoke shop

I didn't mean to call cops-hoes

Some of y'all are just doin' your best

But tryin' to keep the peace in the frat of the clan

Just seems like such a futile thing to suggest

I mean the coke and the pills that I'm sellin' was brought by

The same FBI that would give me my arrest

Ain't unclear how crack blew up here

Nicknamed the city so we can't forget

In the city of

Dope (dope)

Dope (dope), in the city of

Dope (dope)

Dope (dope), in the city

Oakland is where I'm from

Whatever you want, we'll sell you some

It's always been that way

Wherever you from, anywhere in the bay

You gotta come to The Town if you wanna get down

Spend a little money when you comin' around

Get you what you want if you wanna get high

Most niggas sellin' dope just wanna get by

'Cause we don't get a lot of choices

That's why we talk with guns, not voices

They say "It ain't fun when you force it"

When you see us come, we want some more shit

And don't tell me what I act like

Out here, everything is half price

Except love and drugs isn't never enough

You gotta pay top dollar if you want that stuff

As long as there ain't no drought

Ain't nobody tryin' to find a way out

Fuck your inner-city programs

I gotta sell this dope, man

Dope (dope), in the city

"Where you really from through?"

They love to pull that card

Like nigga, you ain't that hard

Like, you never lived in yo' bars

Like being all up in the media smiling must mean I ain't got scars

Like seeing a way out and taking it somehow erases

Before I had a name brand your kids with

Pushin' cocaine was the family business

But when they rushed the crib with guns, we had to go

And my folks said "you can have the dope game back"

'Cause it wasn't a game when cocaine became crack

So I grew up, made stacks

But surviving the city is dope despite that

And I still got fam on C street

Burners, blammers, that's that

Police sirens, tires, skeet skeet

Windows rolled down, yak, yak, that sound

Love this soil, kiss it, this down

In my blood and blood on the ground

"Cause it's war out where we be now

Some say we built this city on rock

Why you think the brains blowing

Uncle Darren had to at the stoplight

That's why we all gas no brakes

Long as you move, you got hope

Plus we more scared of the cops than

The gangstas out here in the city of

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Dope

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