Dope Boy

[Intro: Jim Jones & Cam'ron]

She wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy

She wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy

She wanna dope boy, dope, dope boy

Hey yo, big Bern', what's good?

We ain't get up in these hills by accident, nigga

Lotta niggas talkin' it but ain't livin', man

But we ain't got nothin' to talk about

We see everything, nigga

Meet me at the dock, we gon' race for Yachts, nigga

Water wave [?]

[?] you move better, you do better (facts)

Dipset

(Kill, kill)

(Kill, kill)

Let's go, uhh

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]

I get to it, see I'm not the one to lollygag, body bag

You gettin' money, word? Take a polygraph

I don't believe you, the cars ain't matchin' your stories

All startin' to bore me, I'm in the clutch like Horry

I was clickin' chicken and had the season like Lawry's

You still sellin' three-point-five for the forty?

Please, outlet call me Felipe

Keys of [?] courtesy of Enrique, my [?]

That means Killa turned nerds into guerrillas

Turn wave right into skrilla, cocaine to chinchilla (yeah, I did)

I've retired but sometimes its still a hobby

You only drugged someone when you was on your Bill Cosby

Nigga

[Bridge: Berner]

The ex [?] made a million of a [?] job

Wrapped it up and let it sit behind the sheet rock

Black bag bandits

[Verse 2: Berner]

I'm runnin' through these M's

I'm sick from the dust, I'm naucious

These rubber bands around these twenties all stuck (it's old money)

I could fit a hunnid fifty boxes on the truck

Yeah, that's forty-five plus if it get there untouched (forty-five mil')

Pick me up from [?] when the jet lands

Black bags in my Louis bag fresh from San Fran' (straight from the Bay)

What's a ticket? Stop askin'

All three trucks pulled up, I'm try'na bring back Branson (what up, legend?)

Bust down dancin', never been platinum

No gold plaques but I got a gold handgun (handgun)

I used to lose boxes and struggled 'til I land one

Fuck it, send a half ton

I swear this is my last one

Yeah

[Bridge: Jim Jones]

She want a dope nigga that do numbers

She want a dope nigga that do numbers

She want a dope nigga that do numbers (facts)

She want a dope nigga that do numbers

[Verse 3: Jim Jones]

She want a dope boy, told her I'm a dope man

Foreign cars I love those, whippin' 'em with both hands

Waitin' for the pack to touch, lookin' for the postman

We was in momma's hut cookin' up the coke grams

Trips to the Bay comin' back with the load

Niggas from our gang, you know the mac will explode

If it wasn't for the rap, I'd probably trap across the globe

These niggas say they gangsters, a star stackin' on the code

Had my '97's on runnin' through the housin'

We was still sellin' drugs through the early 2000's

I drop a few thousands on water and the peace

Ain't nobody ridin' shotty, just my forty in the seat

[Bridge: Jim Jones]

She want a dope nigga that do numbers

She want a dope nigga that do numbers

She want a dope nigga that do numbers

She want a dope nigga that do numbers