Текст песни: Tru - Neighborhood Dopeman

(Master P talking)
Ahhh yeah, one of them ole smooth ass motherfucking mellow beats
For your ass

(Chorus - 2x)
The neighborhood dopeman, dopeman
It`s a risky business, selling that cocaine

(Master P)
Yo C man, tell them where you from

[C-Murder]
I was born in the place where people had to kill
Lots of dopefiends, so many drug deals
Disrespect my elders so I always cursed
Never tripped when I seen a nigga in a hearse
Dumb straight, I was fucked up from the start
They even tell me I was born, without a heart
But I ain`t really tripping off these grown ups
Cause he who got the dope, is the nigga with the big butt
I`m in a room chopping pounds on a silver plate
Sometimes I`m selling twenties, sometimes I`m selling weight
I never gave a fuck about right or wrong
Me go to jail, huh, it`s like a second home
On the first or fifteenth you know I don`t play
Cause two oz`s a day keep the fucking bills paid
Always got my beepers and my mobile phone
And when I raise my shirt, there go the fucking chrome
And you never catch me slipping in this fucking game
Cause I`m the neighborhood dopeman

(Master P)
Ahh big timer, shit man if you that big man
Why don`t you give your boy one ten tomorrow
Man I get my check in two days or something man
You know how it go

(Chorus)

[Master P]
Roll up on the set in the drop five
With the giggidy giggidy gat by my damn side
Ready to bust a sucker cap if they talking shit
But if it ain`t like that let me talk to this bitch
Bitch was hella-thick, dressed in them daisy dukes
Thinking by a dopefiend she might be a fiend too
Pull out my fat sack of dubs how I played the bitch
Took her behind the building, and P got his dick licked
Beeper ringing my boy say he out of dope
Told the bitch see you later, good-bye, see you stank hoe
Call my boys up, I knew it was a drought man
But I ain`t tripping cause at the house I got three ki`s man
Serving them niggas on the set just like some dopefiends
I use to sell them for four but now I`m selling the bitch for fifteen
And like Cube say, today`ll be a good day
Now who the fuck said crime don`t fucking pay
The name is P and you know I sell that cocaine
In other words I`m the neighborhood dopeman

(Chorus)

(talking)
Yo P man what`s up man (what`s happening)
You know them little young ass niggas man
They got me again man (oh man)
Seven niggas (I told you to come see me man)
Hanging out for you man
I couldn`t wait though man (I hear you little daddy)
Niggas came and got me with the motherfucking, P.C. man
That motherfucking (just holler at me later than youknowI`msaying)
Yeah man, give me another one man I got to keep it pimping you know

(Chorus)

[Silkk]
Deep up in this game yo like deep as it go
A nigga can`t tell me shit, when it come to selling dope
I`m pushing 20`s, 50`s, hundreds, and slabs
And if that ain`t enough I`m going back up to the lab
Fiends, bitches, blowing up my pager
Them hoes want to make love I tell them hoes to call me later
Rolling six, and fuck this in this cutlass busting tight ones
Doing a donut on the L got sweated by the black and white ones
But, that`s, the life I choose to live, fast
And when I`m dropping all them thangs I keep a 9 up on the dash
When I`m passing out this cocaine I stay strapped
Selling crack, huh, your neighborhood dopeman

(Chorus - 2x)

[Cali G]
I`m breaking out, with the triple beam sacking up
Shit for my niggas, to serve to the dopefiends
Young nigga getting rich, by 16 bezzels
Sitting tight plates and the paint`s plates read my bitch
Nigga, nigga living top notch keep my finger
On the trigger case I have to unload the glock
Cause the game is a mo`fucker
Jealous ass niggas bust cause they trick ass suckers
And even hoes on the set up
Sell a nigga for a note, now that`s a dead motherfucker
You can`t trust a bitch
Load up in this fifth that`s why I deal with the bullshit
Cause shit is real and I will never change
Yeah, huh, your neighborhhood dopeman

(Master P & dopefiend talking)

(Chorus - 2x)

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(Master P talking)
Ahhh yeah, one of them ole smooth ass motherfucking mellow beats
For your ass

(Chorus - 2x)
The neighborhood dopeman, dopeman
It`s a risky business, selling that cocaine

(Master P)
Yo C man, tell them where you from

[C-Murder]
I was born in the place where people had to kill
Lots of dopefiends, so many drug deals
Disrespect my elders so I always cursed
Never tripped when I seen a nigga in a hearse
Dumb straight, I was fucked up from the start
They even tell me I was born, without a heart
But I ain`t really tripping off these grown ups
Cause he who got the dope, is the nigga with the big butt
I`m in a room chopping pounds on a silver plate
Sometimes I`m selling twenties, sometimes I`m selling weight
I never gave a fuck about right or wrong
Me go to jail, huh, it`s like a second home
On the first or fifteenth you know I don`t play
Cause two oz`s a day keep the fucking bills paid
Always got my beepers and my mobile phone
And when I raise my shirt, there go the fucking chrome
And you never catch me slipping in this fucking game
Cause I`m the neighborhood dopeman

(Master P)
Ahh big timer, shit man if you that big man
Why don`t you give your boy one ten tomorrow
Man I get my check in two days or something man
You know how it go

(Chorus)

[Master P]
Roll up on the set in the drop five
With the giggidy giggidy gat by my damn side
Ready to bust a sucker cap if they talking shit
But if it ain`t like that let me talk to this bitch
Bitch was hella-thick, dressed in them daisy dukes
Thinking by a dopefiend she might be a fiend too
Pull out my fat sack of dubs how I played the bitch
Took her behind the building, and P got his dick licked
Beeper ringing my boy say he out of dope
Told the bitch see you later, good-bye, see you stank hoe
Call my boys up, I knew it was a drought man
But I ain`t tripping cause at the house I got three ki`s man
Serving them niggas on the set just like some dopefiends
I use to sell them for four but now I`m selling the bitch for fifteen
And like Cube say, today`ll be a good day
Now who the fuck said crime don`t fucking pay
The name is P and you know I sell that cocaine
In other words I`m the neighborhood dopeman

(Chorus)

(talking)
Yo P man what`s up man (what`s happening)
You know them little young ass niggas man
They got me again man (oh man)
Seven niggas (I told you to come see me man)
Hanging out for you man
I couldn`t wait though man (I hear you little daddy)
Niggas came and got me with the motherfucking, P.C. man
That motherfucking (just holler at me later than youknowI`msaying)
Yeah man, give me another one man I got to keep it pimping you know

(Chorus)

[Silkk]
Deep up in this game yo like deep as it go
A nigga can`t tell me shit, when it come to selling dope
I`m pushing 20`s, 50`s, hundreds, and slabs
And if that ain`t enough I`m going back up to the lab
Fiends, bitches, blowing up my pager
Them hoes want to make love I tell them hoes to call me later
Rolling six, and fuck this in this cutlass busting tight ones
Doing a donut on the L got sweated by the black and white ones
But, that`s, the life I choose to live, fast
And when I`m dropping all them thangs I keep a 9 up on the dash
When I`m passing out this cocaine I stay strapped
Selling crack, huh, your neighborhood dopeman

(Chorus - 2x)

[Cali G]
I`m breaking out, with the triple beam sacking up
Shit for my niggas, to serve to the dopefiends
Young nigga getting rich, by 16 bezzels
Sitting tight plates and the paint`s plates read my bitch
Nigga, nigga living top notch keep my finger
On the trigger case I have to unload the glock
Cause the game is a mo`fucker
Jealous ass niggas bust cause they trick ass suckers
And even hoes on the set up
Sell a nigga for a note, now that`s a dead motherfucker
You can`t trust a bitch
Load up in this fifth that`s why I deal with the bullshit
Cause shit is real and I will never change
Yeah, huh, your neighborhhood dopeman

(Master P & dopefiend talking)

(Chorus - 2x)

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