Dopeman (Remix) lyrics

by

Ice Cube


[Intro]
Yo Dre!!

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
"Dopeman, please can I have another hit?"
The dopeman said, "Cluck, I don't give a sh*t
If your girl kneeled down, and suck my di*k"
It all happened and the guy tried to choke her
n*gga didn't care, she ain't nothin' but a smoker
That's the way goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother gettin' over by slangin' 'caine
Gold around his neck in 14 K heaven
b*tches clockin' on his di*k twenty-four/seven
Plus he's makin' money, keep the baseheads waitin'
Rollin' six-fo' wit the fresh ass Daytons
Livin' in Compton, California C-A
His uzi up yo' ass if he don't get paid
n*gga beggin' for credit, he's knockin' out teeth
Clockin' much dollars on the 1st and 15th
Big wad of money nuttin' less than a twenty
Yo you want a five-oh the dopeman's got plenty
To be a dopeman boy you must qualify
Don't get high off your own supply
From a ki' to a G it's all about money
10 piece for a champ, base pipe comes free
If people out there are not hip to the fact
If you see somebody gettin' money for crack
He's the
[Chorus: N.W.A]
Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, f*ck that sh*t!)
Dopeman, dopeman! (We just can't quit!)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Well suck this, b*tch!)

[Interlude: Dr. Dre]
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Who the f*ck are you talkin' to?
Do you know who the f*ck I am?
Man I can't believe this sh*t
This b*tch is tryin' to gank me
Yo I oughta slap you upside yo' head
With nine inches of limp di*k

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
You need a n*gga with money so you get a dopeman
Juice that fool for as much as you can
She like his car, and he get wit her
Got a black eye cause the dopeman hit her
Let that slide and you pay it no mind
Find that he's slappin' you all the time
But that's okay, cause he's so rich
And you ain't nuttin' but a dopeman's b*tch
Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut
Poppin' that trash might get you f*cked up
Well sit and cry, if the dopeman strike you
He don't give a f*ck he got two just like you
There's another girl in the dopeman's life
Not quite a b*tch but far from a wife
She's called "Strawberry" and everybody know
Strawberry, Strawberry is the neighborhood ho
Do anything for a hit or two
Give the b*tch a rock she f*cked the whole damn crew
It might be your wife and it might make you sick
Come home and see her mouth on the dopeman's di*k
Strawberry, just look and you'll see her
But don't f*ck around she'll give you gonorrhea
If people out there are not hip to the fact
Strawberry is a girl sellin' pus*y for crack
To the
[Chorus: N.W.A]
Dopeman, dopeman! (Ay man, give me a hit)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo man, f*ck that sh*t!)
Dopeman, dopeman! (In yo' face)
Dopeman, dopeman! "Yo Dre!! Kick in the bass!!"

[Verse 3: Ice Cube & (Eazy-E)]
If you smoke 'caine, you a stupid motherf*cker
Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucker
Doin' that crack with all the money you got
On your hands and knees, searchin' for a piece of rock
Jonesin' for a hit, and you're lookin' for mo'
Done stole the Alpine out of Eazy's six-fo'
You need your ass whupped cause it's out of this earth
To get a ten-piece need a dollar fifty work
Knucklehead n*gga, yeah you turned into a crook
But swear up and down boy that you ain't hooked
You beat your friend up, and you whupped his ass long
Cause he hit the pipe til the rock was all gone
You robbin' and stealin', buggin' and illin'
While the dopeman's dealin', what is healin' yo' pain
Cocaine, this sh*t's insane
Yo E she's a berry, let's run a train
(Man, I wouldn't touch that b*tch) me neither
Ho go home and wash out your beaver
And n*ggas out there messin' up people's health
Yo, what the f*ck you gotta say for yourself?
[Verse 4: Eazy-E & (Ice Cube)]
Well I'm the dopeman, yeah boy, I wear courderoy
Money up to here but unemployed
You keep smokin' that rock and my pockets gettin' bigger
(Yo, got that five-oh double up n*gga!)
Yeah high rollin', big money I'm foldin'
b*tch on my tip for the di*k I'm holdin'
Sprung strawberry jockin' me so early
Ho you wanna hit you gotta get your knees dirty
Now that's my life, that's how it's cut
"Hey dopeman!" b*tch, shut the f*ck up!
Gotta make a run, it's a big money deal
Gankers got the fake but you can get the real
From the

[Chorus: N.W.A]
Dopeman, dopeman! (Yeah that's me)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Yo can I get a G?)
Dopeman, dopeman! (Clock as much as he can)
f*ck this sh*t who am I? THE DOPEMAN!

[Outro: Krazy D]
Yo Mr. Dopeman, you think you're slick
You sold crack to my sister, and now she's sick
But if she happens to die, because of your drug
I'm puttin' in your culo, a .38 slug
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