N.W.A. - Dopeman lyrics

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Verse One: (Ice Cube)

It was once said by a man who couldn't quit;

”Dopeman, please, can I have another hit?”

The dopeman said: “Cluck, I don't give a shit;

If your girl kneels down, and sucks my dick!”

It all happened and the guy tried to choke her;

Nigga living in cash, ain't nothing but a smoker.

That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game;

Young brother getting over by slangin' caine.

Gold around his neck 14 k, has it;

Bitches sucking on his dick, 24-7.

Plus he's makin' money keepin' the base heads waiting;

Rollin 6-4 with the fresh-ass daytons.

Livin' in Compton, California, CA

His Uzi up your ass if he don't get paid.

Nigga begging for credit, he's knockin' out teeth;

Clockin' much dollars on the 1st and 15th kay shizze is a real fuckin g

Big lot of money, nothing less than a twenty;

Yo, you want a five-oh, the dopeman got plenty.

To be a dopeman, boy, you must qualify;

Don't get high, off your own supply!

From a kid to a G, it's all about money;

10-piece, 4-10, base pipe comes free.

If people out there ain't hip to the fact;

If you see somebody gettin' money 4 crack,

He's the

Chorus:

Dopeman! Dopeman!

”Hey man, gimme a hit!”

Dopeman! Dopeman!

”Hey, yo, fuck that shit!”

Dopeman! Dopeman!

”We just can't quit!”

Dopeman! Dopeman!

”Well suck this bitch!”

(Dr. Dre)

Wait a minute, wait a minute! Who the fuck are you talking to?

Do you know who the fuck I am? Man, I can't believe this shit.

This bitch is tryin' to gank me!

I'll slap you up side your head with 9 inches of limp dick!

Verse Two: (Ice Cube)

You need a nigga with money, so u get a dopeman;

Juice that fool for as much as u can.

She likes his car, and he gets with her;

Got a black-eye coz the dopeman hit her.

Let that slide, and you pay it no mind;

Find that he's slapping you, all the time!

But that's ok, coz he's so rich,

And you ain't nothin' but a dopeman's bitch.

Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut;

Poppin' that trash might get you fucked up!

You'll sit and cry if the dopeman strikes you;

He don't give a fuck, he got 2 just like you

There's a another girl in the dopeman's life;

Not quite a bitch, but far from a wife.

She's called ‘The Strawberry' and everybody know;

”Strawberry! Strawberry! Is the neighbourhood hoe.”

Do anything for a hit or two;

Give the bitch a rock and she'll fuck your whole damn crew

It might be your wife and it might make you sick;

Come home and see her mouth on the dopeman's dick.

Strawberry, just look you'll see her;

But don't fuck around, she'll give you gonnorhea.

If people out there ain't hip to the fact;

Strawberry is a girl selling pussy for crack to the,

Chorus:

Dopeman! Dopeman!

”Hey man, gimme a hit!”

Dopeman! Dopeman!

”Hey, yo, fuck that shit!”

Dopeman! Dopeman!

In your face;

Yo Dre, kick in tha bass!

Verse Three: (Ice Cube)

If ya smoke ‘caine, you're a stupid motherfucker;

Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucka.

Doin' that crack with all the money ya got;

On ya hands & knees, searching for a piece of rock.

Jonzing for a hit, now ya lookin' for more.

Doug stole a Alpine outta Eazy's 6-4.

Ya need ya ass whooped coz its outta this Earth;

Cant get a 10-piece, need a dollar fifty's worth.

Knucklehead nigga, you turned into a crook;

But swear up and down, boy, that you ain't hooked.

You beat ya friend up and you whooped his ass long;

Coz he hit the pipe till the rock was all gone!

You robbin' and stealin', bugging and illin';

While the dopeman's dealing.

What is killin' your pain? Cocaine? This shit's insane;

Yo, E, she's a berry, lets run a train!

(Eazy-E)

Man, I wouldn't touch that bitch!

(Ice Cube)

Me neither, hoe go home and wash out ya beaver;

And nigga's are out there, messing up people's health;

Yo, what the fuck you gotta say for yourself?

Verse Four: (Eazy-E)

Well, Im the dopeman, yeah boy wear corduroy;

Money up to here, but unemployed.

You keep smoking that rock and my pocket's getting bigger;

(Dr. Dre)

Yo, got that 5-0, double-up nigga!

(Eazy-E)

Yeah, high rollin', big money, Im foldin;

Bitch on my tip, for the dick, Im holdin.

Strong strawberry, jockin' me so early;

Hoe, ya wanna hit? Ya gotta get your knees dirty.

Well that's my life, that's how it's cut;

“Hey Dopeman!” Bitch shut the fuck up!

Gotta make a run, it's a big money deal;

Gankers got the fake, but you can get the real,

From the

Chorus:

Dopeman! Dopeman!

Yeah, that's me!

Dopeman! Dopeman!

Yo, can I get a G?

Dopeman! Dopeman!

Clock as much as he can.

Fuck this shit, who am I?

THE DOPEMAN!

Outro: (Krazy-D)

Yo, Mr. Dopeman, you think your slick;

Ya sold crack to my sister, and now she's sick.

But if she happens to die, because of your drug;

Im puttin' in your culo, a .38 slug!

Thanks to Krazy D..yours truly!!..ORIGINAL MEMBER for these lyrics