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
playa made, yeah ya know Im real Im down out the South, down to pop me a pill Im rollin wood grain, down that South man Im out the South ya know Im down
' with me Troy man I done told 'em I started small time, dope game, cocaine Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game I started small time, dope game
left whats up young Q Hueff I heard my brother just singed up a new cheff, Lucky Lu the Screwston Freestyler ya'll just wishing that the Dope House would
'ma stay strong, stronger then they thought I made 'em so sick when I bought it off the lot But I'd fall apart, if I couldn't spark South Park, slap 20
like Oprah bang to the boogie The game
snowman Humungous we blow man, so I fucks with real dope man And a nigga' can't tell me shit about this Mary Jane Most of y'all favorite rappers in the game
your guns, I'll get my guns [South Park Mexican] On the play list, diamond bracelets Then we make hits, V-12's makeshift Spent a few years in this rap game
in vein In the streets of game, this shit can't stay the same Steadily praying man, Diosito spread the wealth He said Juanito, dope is gonna sell itself [Chorus] [South Park
[Verse 1] The game on tilt Dope House what I built Beans get spilt and niggas get killed Sleepin on silk 'cause you head got peeled Caught the hot slug
first day I'm needin it everyday And twice on a thursday Blood thick than water In pounds better than quarters I smoking two joints While I'm knockin down yo daughter Dope
's maan please I'm overseas I got the beats to keep you blowin on trees Keep them hoes on they knees I'm as cold as mr. freeze Makin music in this game
in the studio But ya don't hear me though [chorus: dum dum and trae] {dum dum] Overloaded wells fargo [trae] We did dat [dum dum] 40,00 at the car show [trae] We did dat [dum dum] Dope
I bought my first car Cooked my first batch of dope in a pickle jar It's like uno, dos, tres, young happy perez Got me sellin' this dope to anyone on
You wanna meet the devil, ha? you in a bad rush I'ma keep a smile, I was born the crack child Got the rap game shinin' up my reptiles Make your ears
