Too $hort City of Dope Lyrics

Life Is… Too $hort Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Life Is… Too $hort
  • 2 Rhymes
  • 3 I Ain’t Trippin’
  • 4 Nobody Does It Better
  • 5 Oakland
  • 6 Don’t Fight the Feelin’
  • 7 CussWords
  • 8 City of Dope
  • 9 Pimp the Ho
  • 10 Outro
  • City of Dope, I call it Oak
    Can't be broke, selling coke
    Fat ropes, shattered hopes
    Fresh cars and all that dope
    Baseheads keep the trade alive
    Nobody know about a 9 to 5
    Everybody's just trying to survive
    You need a gun, can't use those knives
    You got a bullet? Well just pull it
    And if you trip, get pistol-whipped
    By a psychomaniac sick in his head
    Wanna be a gangster, now he's dead
    His brother took over, ain't no sweat
    Bought a new drop-top white Corvette
    Now he's buying keys, making G's
    And all the girls say "Won't you please
    Take me" In the City of Dope

    See I'm hard as hell, no ghetto tale
    You play a gun, but the game is real
    You want to stop my money, how?
    You keep smoking, I'm selling out
    It's called the City of Dope, might be your town
    Get a piece of the rock, turn your life around
    So cool, don't even trip
    You got the sack, get on the tip
    A resident in the City of Dope
    And every day I'm selling coke
    I'm never broke, I don't smoke
    I sold a rock and made you have a stroke
    Pay cold cash you know, I won't need Bruno
    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
    In the City of Dope

    Life in a coke town, heard it before
    Think it's all been said, but it's so much more
    It's like midnight, slanging rock
    Task force just hit the block
    Time to make a move, the spot got hot
    You chase a cop, homeboy why not?
    She lit the match and light the crack
    Ain't giving no bitches no kind of slack
    Or if you're playing the game, you're thinking the same
    Goddamn that rock cocaine
    I've seen a lot of my friends go off that pipe
    And every night smoke coke that's white
    So when you get up, man, there you go
    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
    In the City of Dope, where the color is gold
    On your neck, and your fingers, and your brand new Rolls
    Enough said, but my rap won't end
    It's on a one way trip to San Quinten
    Like you my friend, 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
    The City of Dope, might be your world
    Get a beeper homeboy and just sell that girl
    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
    The beat'll keep beating while I say my rhyme
    In the City of Dope

    Smoking weed, rolling 'em fat
    You wonder where the boy learned to act like that
    Hey was raised in the ghetto and felt the need
    To roll a fat joint and smoke that weed
    But the tale goes on and years went by
    Another drug came and the boy got high
    Ever since that day, he just wasn't the same
    Where I come from, we call it "rock cocaine"
    Where you come from, you might call it "crack"
    But wherever he went, you see he never came back
    I tried to tell the motherfucker, but he don't know
    I say to coke, "Pimp that ho"
    I don't live in a mansion but I drive a Benz
    Cut to the turf and collect my ends
    Say "Look here freak, kick me down
    I don't have time to talk right now"
    Got to go to, my next hoe
    And get kicked down, a little more
    Left right left, down the street
    Getting paid freak by freak
    There you see me, there you don't
    You wonder will I, or won't
    Is it yes, is it no?
    But does it really matter you freaky hoe?
    In the City of Dope



    Written by: A Eaton, T Shaw
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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