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Sell Your Dope Lyrics - Singles - Afroman

A few words of inspiration 

This song is dedicated to hustlers standing on the curb 

Smokin' herb, movin' weight from the inner city to the suburbs 

Paranoid of jail, pocket full of ya'll, just waitin' on another sale 

Sip your beer, wipe your tears 

Encourage your peers, it's gonna be alright 

 

Everything is gonna be alright, sell your dope 

Make your money every night 

Them brothers around the corner, they wanna start a fight 

Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right 

 

You and your girl argue every night 

Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight 

You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white 

Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right 

 

Hey, whattup lil' inchworm 

I hope this letter make you feel just a lil' bit better 

Got your T-shirt picked your khakis creased 

So you can be G'd up when you get released 

 

Me and my homeboys put together some Jimmys 

To buy some beer and a couple of strippers 

You can use my car till you find another 

Can't wait till you get home 

 

But later on, that money you get from your GR check 

Should be enough to put you back on deck 

Now I know, you on parole but don't be scared 

This time, we be prepared 

 

Fuck the feds, don't say shit to your broad 

Keep your dope stashed in your neighbors yard 

When they kick in the door with they steel toed boot 

Won't find nothin' but a lawsuit, baby, baby 

 

Everything is gonna be alright, sell your dope 

Make your money every night 

Them brothers around the corner, they wanna start a fight 

Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right 

 

You and your girl argue every night 

Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight 

You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white 

Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right 

 

Your baby momma, she might trip 

'Cuz you hangin' with a Crip tryin' to clock your grip 

She can't help a black man out 

But when bills come around, she's got her hand out 

 

The baby needs Pampers and Similac 

Plus you need rims for your Cadillac 

Ignore your girl when she starts trippin' 

Keep them kilos flippin' Dayton's dipin' 

 

We can expand by a little land 

Hand the dope game down to the next man 

Buy a little business clean the money 

Look at the cops funny, hey hey hey 

 

Frontin' in your Caddy or a beat up Taurus 

Got the baby gangsters sellin' shit for us 

We can dance underwater and not get wet 

Sell crack on the internet but not yet 

 

Everything is gonna be alright, sell your dope 

Make your money every night 

Them brothers around the corner, they wanna start a fight 

Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right 

 

You and your girl argue every night 

Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight 

You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white 

Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right 

 

Them brothers around the corner they wanna start a fight 

Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right 

You and your girl argue every night 

 

Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight 

You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white 

Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right 

 

1, 2, 3, 4 breakdown 

 

Early in the morning when I get outta bed 

I chop up some quarter pieces and get ready for my cluck heads 

I sell it all day baby, you sell it all night long 

Till the 15th comes around and everybody is all gone 

 

I go out and buy some activator turn my fro into a jheri curl 

Put the Daytona's on my lac and then I go scoop up my little girl 

Baby, don't try to change me if I go to the pen 

'Cuz when the white man lets me go 

I'm gonna do the same old thing again 

 

Everything is gonna be alright, sell your dope 

Make your money every night 

Them brothers around the corner, they wanna start a fight 

Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right 

 

You and your girl argue every night 

Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight 

You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white 

Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right 

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