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Royce da 5'9 - Dope lyrics
[Royce] Yeah, I'm [Chorus: Royce] BLOW, 'bout to do it after I make one of your favorite rappers buck or basically outdo 'em LIKE SMACK! Bout to do as soon as your mouth single you out to show you the trigger fingers is out LIKE CRACK! Bout to slip through it like a fiend Bout to pick through the pictures of the game like a dream LIKE GAY! From far away, from a fan When you hear it then you know you the man, you dope! [Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah, they say I rhyme like I'm from Columbia Cause I shine like weed lights, that's why I'm signed to Columbia With three mics at a time - I come from the underground 'bout a hundred a pound, it's the way that my grind Hoes know the most potent blow on both coasts is approachin yo' nose Left 'em, mo' open, right steppers turn left or Burn your sceptum, before a mic checks or They sell, it takes me to teach y'all on my weight scale, we basically seesaw Every word that you heard is the murderous version Servin you herbs when you mergin with birds I got what you want Product that I come with, I got a mic that light up like a blunt If you seen it then you know that the flow is the meanest if I'm screamin that I'm dope then I mean it Cause I'm like [Chorus] [Juan] Niggaz feel me introvenously Then hail and feel the realness, they needin me Just to get through the day when my voice ain't there It's your commercial bullshit, the top choice ain't there While the A-1 Prada shit You puttin mix jive in your shit Tryna get, too much out of it Heads been tired of it, here's the real Cop my shit, take the rap and all, feel the chill I'm like an epidemic, therapeudic music infectious Vocals so potent had to check the logo, skull and crossbones nigga Go on and try get your spark on nigga Fuck stepped on, your flows sound walked on nigga Got that dope pure hundred percent, uncut Take it whatever, monster flow bangin wherever Any hood, any project borough, any country Why I'm that thorough, the same effect, ain't no comparin I'm bout to [Chorus] [Royce Da 5'9"] I whip out the wires of this game This thang'll make you feel Ma$e to just plain retire Runnin 'round the lottery My numbers is high, and y'all wonderin why I dumb it down for quantity Whatever you like, I got it I can sell it for twice to my competitors 'stead of the pipe I'ma be the best seller, yes feller I was pedalin mics when you was pedalin bikes, now let's sell it [Juan] Yeah, the seal is cracked I'm 'bout to bag mine nigga, it's time to get stacks Thugs scramblin tryin to get it, I got the slums in a frenzy Tryin to find out who got it, my product liver than theirs One hit, got 'em noddin they heads Damn near about to break they neck Any harder it'll break they deck My name Juan nigga bang that shit And every time I'ma brang that shit 'til I [Chorus] |
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