Dope Game

Dope Game - Barney songtekst

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(feat. Jacka)



[Jacka talking]

Feelin' the pain baby

You know what I'm sayin'?

You want some of that pain

Super Silver haze

Some of that purple stuff

Purple boy



[Jacka]

Smokin' a stick of that Barney

But not the purple dinosaur

That shit that niggaz dyin' for

Shit my niggaz ridin' on

Sav wit the windows up

See the smoke pour out

Soon as I open the door

Soon as I go to the store

Voices like "Whoa! Who got it?"

"You know who got it nigga."

Summertime comin' up

Can't breathe without it

Bring the Hpnotiq

Bring the heam

Mix that shit that turn green

Now break down the purple

It's softly rough

Milwaukee Bucks

I'm from the place where they grow that stuff

You got your girl in the clutch

Just give me a light

I'll take that bitch

If she ain't give me head all night



[Chorus x2]

Sellin' dope is cool

But rap is on my mind

It's hard to do them both

And get my bread at the same time

High as fuck off purple

Man I'm out my mind

Gotta grab my strap

Boy it's time to do some more crime



[Jacka]

And all my hoes say

"Jack, you're my soul inspiration"

Even though your soul crack across the nation"

Caught the cases kept me quiet like meditation

I say "baby I'm just really wastin'

A lot of breath on you for the sport

You think I'm nice but that's really not me

I live the that you never gon' see

Niggaz fight, they don't war like me

It's the last of my kind

There's no more like me

Trynna make it on the street

Is like swimmin' through the sea

Trynna make it to the other side of life"

My young nigga say he tired of life

And now realize he addicted to the white

Got sucked up by the war

Trynna make things right, right

He said [echoes]

"It's rainin' outside and the difference between

Us is a white bus wit cages inside

When I come home

Still face the cop cars wit gauges inside

Yo on the real it's yo rap is what kept me alive"



[Chorus x2]



[Jacka]

He said [echoes]

"How could I change I don't know shit

War on the streets niggaz trippin' over old shit

Fuck it make the coke flip

I'm a drug dealer but my father is a cold pimp

It look good but ain't cool like cold shrimp"

Back in the bay Allah who Akbar didn't understand what he meant

Didn't force it on me for that

He and my closest homie

All my dean I'm in the life of crime

Allah is always on my mind

All the filth, all the crime

I see straight through it

There the hood go

Let's scrape through it

Gotta be a real nigga just to make music where I'm from nigga

Sellin' dope is cool

But rap is on my mind

Sellin' dope is cool

But rap is on my mind

It's hard to do them both

And get my bread at the same time

It's hard to do them both

And get my bread at the same time



[Chorus x2]
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