SPM - Dope Game Lyrics

Check 1, check 2, let's take a cruiseI done did the game every which way but looseNothin' left to do except collect my cash& I bet that ass that the Mex gon' lastPut the past on paper, threw away my pagerCause these boys keep callin' from loc's to Cookie BakerMama saved 'em from the hate, now I'm hard with the painI'm in the place in your face tryin' to sell you a tapeI break records in Texas creepin' in Caddies & Benz's& a pretender if he step up to the bullet bartenderI bet I check & wreck a sucker ridin' bumper to bumperI might dump the whole clip & miss & hit your uncleI ain't trippin' flippin' sippin' on purple LiptonDiggin' Bivd in the drop lemon, G livin'I was driven to my last nerve, hittin' curbsPuttin' 20's on a grass hurstEnd of verse.[Chorus:]No shameWelcome to the Dope GameThis is were we don't playLeave your boys with no brainsWhoridas. [x2]I remember long ago I never got no loveStill I knew that one day I'd be popularI used to stand in the circle tryin' to smoke your budJust hopin' that the blunt wouldn't pass me upI used to ask for a sip of your syrupI used to never walk around with the white cupNow I eat 18 steaks on silver platesGirls fanin' my face, others feedin' me grapesBy the grace of God, I was given the jobTo run through the rap game like corn on the cobSo blessed in my test, I bought my set's in the southwestI ain't got no credit cards except Mexican ExpressI'm a dress my baby girl & rock the whole damn worldIf you needs tracks Happy P got my referalYour head twirl to the sounds of the SP MexRidin' in the Lex with a dog named PlexSouthside to the north, at the old golf courseThe valet the white Porsche with the bulletproof doors.[Chorus:]No shameWelcome to the Dope GameThis is were we don't playLeave your boys with no brainsWhoridas. [x2]It's the L O S C O YPack the pistola, oh me oh myMy nina shine like the sun, I never ask for a crumbFor breakfast my chef makes me eggs-fuyonI've come from the hills of ghetto thrills & chills3 wheelin' dope dealin' killin' nothin' but squeelsMy 3rd Wish was to break this curse & mythNow I'm worldwide status on your satilite dishPunk checker, chump wrecker, got the salt & the pepperLeft a mark in the game & never been a half stepperLeopard skin on my couch, be like Oscar the GrouchFrom the streets pullin' rocks out my kangaroo pouchBut I told these boys, never at my houseWhether it's the ounce that put's leather on my couchA thousand dollar's a week, my baby girl's allowanceDope House bouncin' cash to my forgein accounts.[Chorus:]No shameWelcome to the Dope GameThis is were we don't playLeave your boys with no brainsWhoridas. [x2]