Killer Dope Lyrics - Book Of David - Dj Quik

How come y'all niggas bitter? Hatin' so much 

You wanna be up in my hair, but you can't clean your brush 

Shit evaporate, you just exacerbate 

What makes my sex life great, you gotta masturbate 

Your hair is fallin' out, my hair is growin' in 

I put my hair in curls and put yours in a garbage bin 

Then play piano on stage, live while I rhyme 

And you niggas can't even bounce and rap all the time (I think I got it) 

I bet Eazy-E is turnin' over in his grave, to see that some of y'all made gangsta rap gay (gay) 

I got a brand new HK, and I sniper practice each and every day (okay) 

My mama's conversation on the phone, short wit' me 

I think she wants to have a heart-to-heart wit' me 

I told her I would kill you niggas smartfully 

I'm the star player; you can't start for me 

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Play that Quik shit, and get 'em all sparked 

Everywhere from Aard Park down to Carver Park 

I keep it avenue, I'm bringing brothers hope 

Liquid change colours, that's that killer dope 

The street never changes, only faces do 

Every several years, it replaces you 

I get the people loaded, when they can't cope 

Put me on the burner, got that killer dope 

I be all precision like the Temptations men, before Paul Williams' replacement stint 

Or rehabilitation with the name is, my drinking situation is the same as his 

Attention deficit cause I don't pay you none 

I got the word before you came in, they say you done 

Trying to fix your pockets with some broken tools 

You run a broken school, full of broken fools 

Now go and clean out your desk 

Take your name plaque with you while they clean out the rest 

I'm the new executive movement I'm beating my chest 

And I'm a mess, I digress 

That I'm too mature for the job I got, too young for the one I want 

Two won when my cards go flop, give all my homeboys a blunt 

'Cause the point is, two spliffs or double jointed 

Now let's all go get high on my enemy's supply 

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I gotta be simply one of the greatest, one of the hardest 

One of the smartest, one of the brightest 

One of the ones who helped start all this 

Some niggas eatin' simply because I chose to be an artist 

Way back when I was homeless, way back when I was carless 

Way back when my sisters used to kick me out their apartments 

They back with their hands out, but they made me so heartless 

I don't even put cans out, I ain't tryin' to donate 

I ain't giving you bitches loans, this ain't no fuckin' bank 

I ain't no house nigga, like- 

If this is UAC music then what makes this so awful 

I'm back with the strap in my lap, I'm back in the hood with the gat 

I'm back with the drink in my trunk, don't think so I'll drink till I'm drunk 

I'm back in the kitchen, slow roastin' a lesson 

And I play my own piano, don't call y'all for no sessions 

I'm a threat and a blessin', known to keep cowards stressin' 

While I'm relaxin' at the shooting range releasin' aggression 

Now tell me how you want it