drop lemon, g livin I was driven to my last nerve, hittin curbs Puttin twenties on a grass hurst End of verse [chorus x2] No shame Welcome to the dope game
ounce that puts leather on my couch A thousand dollas a week, my baby girl`s allowance Dope House bouncin cash to my forgein accounts No shame Welcome to the Dope Game
Tradução: South Park Mexican. Dope Juego.
drop lemon, g livin I was driven to my last nerve, hittin curbs Puttin twenties on a grass hurst End of verse [Chorus x2] No shame Welcome to the dope game
m talking about niggas, yeah If you pushing down the Belt Parkway The Grand Central, the Long Island Expressway The Cross Island Expressway Southern state, Northern state, Parkway You know 95 South
people say This is for my niggas outside all winter Cuz this summer they aint finna to say next summer im finna Sittin in the hood like community colleges This dope
: Verse One: Big Boi, Andre From the bottom of my lungs a nigga be blowin, spittin his game Comin up on ya from the South, the A-T-Liens aint changed
: Clue (Clue) Clue (Clue) Clue (Clue) Clue (Clue)... [DJ Clue] New Outkast For my dirty South Niggas [Outkast] Out of the basement Out of the dungeon
when they get hot Go broke and stay scared to grab that Zip Lock Election time comin' the dope goin' up Niggas put you out the game man you ain't showin
power Never goin back cause I got Money and the power [scarface] Deep in the heart of south park lurks a stalker S.a. fool, native houston south parker
if the dope game is still bein good to y'all Cause in the past four years, yo I done clocked more cash sellin dope than them white folks That's the reason
so cold, man We never had nothin' handed, took nothin' for granted Took nothin' from no man, man, I'm my own man But as a shorty, I looked up to the dope
Shits getting colda Don't flip the strip and you might dip into a coma I the bomba Bomba I'ma let you know que onda Que onda In the South Park
your boy tipped out [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 2: South Park Mexican] I got chicks like Pamela, from H to Canada The only game I ever played good was Gallahger
Making my paper independent, got seven years in it Dope House platinum eyes, nigga that's when we finish Man it's a dirty game but yet I shine so clean
all the haters and hood-rats want to attack And when the park close we hit the liquor store For a box of sitches and a fifth of yak South on the corner
there loved ones, Sick, kids guard their crop with a slug gun, From rips, move like Schapelle on a drug run, So quick, there's kids in the park waiting
Put it in your weed, nigga, puff that What's that? People gon' die tonight What you know about projects, hoes, and murder Whole lotta game, whole lotta keys and burners Whole lotta dope
