Lyrics

[Intro] What the fuck you want? [A-Ayy yall got 20's?] Ah yeh, we got 20's..you want some hard? [Nah I want some blow] We got that too [Blow] Heroin? [Blow] Yeh man, my uncle Boot got that. [These motherfucks are trippin] You want some blow? [YES!] Youngin got that. [Lets go] Welcome to the dopehouse [Verse 1] The dope house, the coke house That dope, thats what im talking bout The feinds out, workers on the block livin they dreams out The Glocks out, walking up the block pullin they rocks out They Glocks out, every now and then they bustin shots out The dopehouse, smokers in your street and in your driveway No freeway, tell them feindin bitches to hit the highway They screamin, feindin for some yayo and some leanin They demon, got them selling shit and plus they schemin They nervous, posted at your window for some service Like perverts, smoking away they lives and now they worthless And dirty, used to have the grease and livin nerdy Now you smoking dope, got your legs broke over 30 You dashing, dopedealers on top of your head They be crashing, they smashing Kicking you upside of your head like an ??? You broke out, snatch you up inside pulled you outside of the dopehouse They tripped you, kicked you in the chest, they flipped you Them dealers, next up to them killers with them roaches The coaches and the teacher that dont make the furious Houdini, box up with the Henny you got the big mouth They planning on taking you out boy, you laying next up to a dopehouse [Chorus] Got what you want want Keep what you need need [Yehh, this that shit right there] Dope man Dope man Got what you want want Keep what you need need [Ay..can you do better than this?] D-Dope Got what you want want Keep what you need need [Take the car, but dont tear it up] Dope man Dope man Got what you want want Keep what you need need [Matter of fact, take me to cash my check] [Verse 2] Living my life inside a dopehouse, the coke house Dice games, smoke outs My park is dark I poke her up at the spot We getting locced out Bitch holla, we hotter, my rocks as hot as lava Went from never having a dollar to droppin dubs on my impala Believe it, Bullieveit, ballin in this mother til I leave it If your into soul selling, god, let our souls achieve it On a mission, but wishin, I wasn't stuck in a position Fuck your prision, getting money is my religion Paper chasing, embracing myself whats to come Its automatic, drug habits keep me known Inside the dopehouse, the cokehouse Prescriptions getting filled And I will serve you everyday from herion to pills A bird to a gram, local dopeman Highrise nigga trying to get money like jigga On the am-track with backpacks Probably get stacks stuffed FUCK [???] done fucked the game up Im raw and uncut Never needing to add it Cop a 30 birds but never fucking with credit So dont forget it, tell me what you want If you work for me Ill pay your bills for 8 months This the dopehouse [Chorus] Got what you want want Keep what you need need [Its me, got some more dopeman?] Dope man Dope man Got what you want want Keep what you need need [Cuz if you do, my wife will suck your dick] D-Dope Got what you want want Keep what you need need [You hungry? Ay, I got a bridge card] Dope man Dope man Got what you want want Keep what you need need [Front me a piece, I swear to god Ill pay you back next week, I swear] Got what you want want Keep what you need need [Outro] Look man you dont even got to swear to me, it ain't nothing but $100. You know what im sayin? But this is the $100 I can have in my pockets, so I want my money man (ill give it back) Ok i understand what your saying man. So youre telling me for 5 stones, I can sleep with your wife (whatever) WOO! Your daughter too, if thats what I chooses (yuh-uh) You want to pawn your wedding ring with me too (yup) And what about your momma, can we do things? (in the door) Oh okay, well i understand. Hey if you would do all this shit man, what wouldn't you do for a rock (hey) Hey man, you a motherfucking dope head son of a bitch you know what im sayin? Crack head son of a bitch