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Afroman - Sell Your Dope lyrics
A few words of inspiration This song is dedicated to hustlers standing on the curb Smokin herb, movin weight from the inner city to the suburbs Paranoid of jail, pocket full of yall, just waitin on another sale Sip your beer wipe your tears encourage your peers its gonna be alright Everything is gonna be alright sell your dope make your money every night Them brothers around the corner they wanna start a fight SELL YOUR DOPE keep on hustlin till your moneys right You and your girl argue every night sell your dope especially when your pockets tight You cant find a job cuz your skin ain't white sell your dope brother you know this world ain't right Hey whattup lil inchworm I hope this letter make you feel just a lil bit better Got your t-shirt picked your khakis creased so you can be g'd up when you get released Me and my homeboys put together some Jimmys to buy some beer and a couple of strippers You can use my car till you find another cant wait till you get home but later on that money you get from your GR check should be enough to put you back on deck now I know you on parole but don't be scared this time we be prepared fuck the feds don't say shit to your broad Keep your dope stashed in your neighbors yard When they kick in the door with they steel toed boot Won't find nothin but a lawsuit, baby baby Everything is gonna be aright SELL YOUR DOPE Make your money every night Them brothers around the corner they wanna start a fight SELL YOUR DOPE keep on hustlin till your moneys right You and your girl argue every night Sell your dope especially when your pockets tight You cant find a job cuz your skin ain't white Sell your dope brother you know this world ain't right Your baby momma she might trip cuz you hangin with a Crip tryin to clock your grip She can't help a black man out but when bills come around she's got her hand out The baby needs pampers and Similac.. Plus you need rims for your Cadillac Ignore your girl when she starts trippin keep them kilos flippin Dayton's dipin We can expand by a little land hand the dope game down to the next man Buy a little business clean the money look at the cops funny hey hey hey Frontin in your caddy or a beat up Taurus got the baby gangsters sellin shit for us we can dance underwater and not get wet Sell crack on the internet but not yet Everything is gonna be aright SELL YOUR DOPE Make your money every night Them brothers around the corner they wanna start a fight SELL YOUR DOPE keep on hustlin till your moneys right You and your girl argue every night Sell your dope especially when your pockets tight You cant find a job cuz your skin ain't white Sell your dope brother you know this world ain't right Them brothers around the corner they wanna start a fight SELL YOUR DOPE keep on hustlin till your moneys right You and your girl argue every night sell your dope especially when your pockets tight You cant find a job cuz your skin ain't white sell your dope brother you know this world ain't right 1,2,3,4 breakdown [singing and talking] Early in the morning when I get outta bed I chop up some quarter pieces and get ready for my cluck heads I sell it all day baby you sell it all night long Till the 15th comes around and everybody is all gone I go out and buy some activator turn my fro into a jheri curl Put the Daytona's on my lac and then I go scoop up my little girl Baby don't try to change me if I go to the pen Cuz when the white man lets me go I'm gonan do the same old thing again Everything is gonna be aright SELL YOUR DOPE Make your money every night Them brothers around the corner they wanna start a fight SELL YOUR DOPE keep on hustlin till your moneys right You and your girl argue every night Sell your dope especially when your pockets tight You cant find a job cuz your skin ain't white Sell your dope brother you know this world ain't right |
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