Letra de Cheese and Dope
Out here slangin' on this blade, prayin' that I don't get cut By these police makin' raids, jumpin' out and checkin' nuts Cuttin' balls down to crumbs, Babbage weed is in my lungs Nigga stick me for a bag, I'ma shoot him in his ass I'ma show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn? When you cross in this game, then your ass will get burned Wait my turn, or my time rock for rock, for the dime Takin' Fed chance after chance, but I got to danceTo the rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver How the hell you robbers gonna rob the robber? Boy, I'm gonna start ya with pistol slapped 'cross mouth Reachin' in your pockets, and take your money out Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope For da nine-hunnid strong, I got P's, I got coke Ain't no credit givin' mane, you could get from 'round here Niggas robbin', niggas bangin', niggas slangin' down hereI got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope I got P's, coke, and some killers at the do' Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow What you need, bro, is to fuck wit' your boyQuarter bird, what's the word for you, dawg? It's da low Sellin' me Babbage weed, but you want the purest snow I'ma go, I'ma pull, me a rabbit out a hat Ounce of cane mixed with sugar and some killers strapped wit' gats Always trying to be slick, you done stepped in some shit You done broke ghetto laws, you done tore yo' fuckin' draws With me boy, ain't know, 'cause the streets never lies Walk right up on your ass, shoot right between the eyesYou be stankin' with the flies, while I'm ridin' on chrome With your bitch, smokin' 'dro, fucking all in your home While you kissin' on her lips, she be suckin' on my dick Flippy flop on the paint, system booms as I dip Through the streets of the hood, North Memphis Hollywood Represent it to the max, I'm just out here statin' facts Tryin' to stack me some pape's, got my foot on you snakes I'ma squeeze off some lead for you niggas that are fakeI got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope I got P's, coke, and some killer at the do' Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow What you need, bro, is to fuck with your boy I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope I got P's, coke, and some killer at the do' Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow What you need, bro, is to fuck wit' your boyYou could duck from the TEC out the Escalade Once I get my cheese on a roll, then I must get paid If you want to come against me, dawg, bring your whole brigade But you shall get sliced like a throat with a swisher blade Sippin' on some Paul-ay Masson, like some sweet Kool-aid Strapped with me an automatic gun, don't you violate Nigga said, "He'll snitch on me," dawg, I didn't hesitate Caught him in the Projects one day, sent him to his gravePlayers wanna come through the hood, but forgot the fear Knowing it ain't all to the good, you could get it here Wrong place at the wrong time, call it Slipper's Gold Dope fiends keep me up with them and my pockets swole Eyes red as hell, 'cause I ain't had a lick of sleep Snorted a quarter ball, so that I could stay on my feet Treat any bitch, just the same as a nigga too If you trustin' hoes in this game, you's a damn fool, boyI got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope I got P's, coke, and some killers at the do' Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow What you need, bro, is to fuck wit' your boy, men