Too $hort feat. E-40 Just Like Dope Lyrics

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It's that high
The *****'s just like dope
It's that dope

Even, if, you don't, want no mo'
Even if you don't want no mo'
The *****'s just like dope

First time you got a shot, you was hooked
When she walked into your life, you never shoulda looked
Ain't no rehab for *****, it won't hurt me
You just like cigarettes and goin cold turkey
That's all you ever think about
Nasty *** hoes'll give you stank mouth
First thing in the morning, she's on your mind
Twenty minute kisses, all the time
Bomb *** head, hit it from the back
She be ridin' yo' **** like a horse bareback
You ever wonder where she learned that?
The *****'ll pull a pimp's perm back
Special handlin', ****'s the package
It's mine, you gon' let me have it back *****?
Good ***** make you fall in love
You better say no to drugs

It's like heroin (heroin, heroin)
The *****'s just like dope
Even, if, you don't, want no mo'
The *****'s just like dope

I chose to say no to drugs
***** throw them thangs beat yo' *** like thugs
Have you whipped, creamin' in yo' hand and ****
Call her every day and can't stand the *****
You old ***** *** sucker *****s
Still love hoes that **** other *****s
Can't tell you nothin', you need counselin'
**** that ****, keep poundin' it
I'm talkin' bout some stay wet,
Bustin' big nuts in her face ****
**** thrustin' like a spaceship
Red snapper's what I call that *****
Why you askin' stupid questions like would she
Suck yo' ****, you ain't know?
It was passed down to her from her kinfolks
Momma and her aunties was freaks
Kryptonite ***** got you weak


Uh-huh, oh!
Some of these *****es is garden tools, and I don't mean shovels
I mean hoes hoes experts at workin' they ***** muscles
Literally ? over these hoes, *****s'll fight and scrap for
But see I don't play that ****, I beat a ***** down with a belt buckle
The first thing you want to do is go down on a botch, and eat her crabby
Knowin' that there botch still got lead in her *** from yesterday
I'm on your botch, size 44D bodacious breasts
But the ***** got mo' miles on her than southwest
Don't, you, get it dis-com-bob-you-la-ted (discombobulated)
She used to have a 70's bush, until I shaved it (until I shaved it)
Biatch, biatch!
Now you all in front of her momma's house, blowin' your horn
(blowin' your horn) All in front of her momma's house, blowin' your horn
Suicide, dial that girl for help? (help?)
Shot up her fam' bam, returned to grind on yourself

[Chorus: x2]

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