Fat Joe - Dopeman lyrics

rate me

Feat. Jadakiss & Dre

[Fat Joe]

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

[Hook]

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

[Jadakiss]

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

[Hook]

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!”

[Hook]

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Thanks to adrianna