Dolph Speaks

Lyrics

[Spoken: Young Dolph] The same young nigga that moved motherfuckin mom and dad out the hood, nigga Out the motherfuckin hood, nigga To a motherfuckin crib with a big kitchen nigga, a big living room, [?] and all this shit, nigga We came from shit, nigga That's me nigga, I did that No rap money, nigga You smell that? I'm the same young nigga Come through the motherfuckin hood Running from the motherfuckin police in that stupid ass Coope, nigga You smell me? I'm the same young nigga Pop up in the motherfuckin cafateria Counting a motherfuckin band In front of the lunch line in high school You smell me? I'm the same motherfuckin nigga That when I fucked up and dropped my first CD Bullshit, I pressed out 20,000 coppys Gave them motherfuckers away Deep off this shit Got these niggas mad You feel me? Well guess what? I don't give a fuck about these pussys You smell me? Real recognise real Money respect money Dolph don't respect [?] Shout out to the west coast, shout out to the east coast, shout out to the whole damb south, nigga Texas, Florida, Mississippi [?] Alabama, all this shit, the midwest, I can't even say all of y'all Shout out to all of y'all out there for rocking with the kid The illest nigga in this shit Nigga I am Blue Magic, nigga Come on, man Tim Gates, what's poppin? Daddy-O, what's poppin, man?