City Of Dope Lyrics - Life Is... Too Short - Too $hort

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 

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