Dopeman Lyrics - The Darkside Vol. 2 - Fat Joe

Trying to cut the top off the Porsche 

Put a bitch in the front 

Better yet hundred sticks for the niggas that front 

I got a steel in them packs, got em right in the trunk 

Shoot the snap back off your muthaf-ckin head if you want 

I got a guardian angel, yeaf she stay in the hood 

And she pop up whenever I touch the grain on the wood 

I got a bitch from Atlanta, she remind me of Pebbles 

Got a hell of an ass, this redbone is a devil 

She call me Marty McFly, Nike Back To The Future 

10 racks on my feet, but that's something I'm used to 

I put my team on the map, you other niggas is fake 

Worse than Oregon, you switch a different jersey a day 

I'm in the beach somewhere foreign, I'm in your bitch while you snoring 

A million cash off the tour, then I'm back in the morning 

I'm f-ckin sick of you niggas, I'm about to throw up a million 

Doctor oz in the kitchen: cook a perfect prescription 

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Go prez, go prez, rolling in Bugatti 

I got that Ringo Starr 

I'm slingin' Paul McCartney 

Bitch I'm in the kitchen with that Arm & Hammer 

Whipping George Harrison, John Lennon 

Dopeman! Dopeman! 

Dopeman bitch, I'm the dopeman 

Bitch I'm in the kitchen with that Arm & Hammer 

Whipping George Harrison, John Lennon 

Of course I could get em 

But do you know what to do with em? 

60 for the brick even if you cop a few of 'em 

Talking about that diesel: the root of all evil 

You could use your nostrils, or you could use a needle 

I need a hundred more, and I want it pure 

Cause when somebody die off it 

Then they want it more! 

The hustlers we surrounded by niggas that hold the hammers 

Oxys got generic, they switched it to old 

When you give em a 9 or better they go bananas 

Make a million dollars a month: that's what the plan was 

Now to catch the morning shift 

Cause they need that morning sniff 

Thousand bundles finished by 11, then I'm blowing spliffs 

Show you how to get right, crib right, whip right 

Ten dollars a bag, but it's 20 after midnight 

Pill man, weed man, stove man, coke man 

You know who I am muthaf-cka: I'm the dopeman 

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Cut the man off the middle, I want it all off the top 

Bout to yacht me a nigga, run him off of the block 

I'm taking all of the profit, purchasing more of the product 

Invest in killers and dealers to take my company public 

I got a thing for them strippers 

Got a pole in the mansion 

White ho, Marilyn Manson 

This for all of my niggas doing time up in prison 

For getting caught with the burner, you know a rider's ambition 

I'm 'bout to gamble with life, take a trip out to Vegas 

I'm 'bout a Zionist mic praying the Lord to forsake us 

Remember times I was broke, how it run in your pocket 

Spend my money on dope, then I tripled my profit 

Now I'm a multi-millionaire, head off in the Lear 

Take bitches on the private, than set off in the air 

"What you say nigga?" 

"I said I'll suck yo dick!"