Dopeman

Verse One: (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 s**t;
If your girl kneels down, and sucks my d*ck!
It all happened and the guy tried to choke her;
nigg* living in cash, aint nothing but a smoker.
That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game;
Young brother getting over by slangin caine.
Gold around his neck 14 k, has it;
girls sucking on his d*ck, 24-7.
Plus he's makin money keepin the base heads waiting;
Rollin 6-4 with the fresh-ass daytons.
Livin in Compton, California, CA
His Uzi up your as* if he don't get paid.
nigg* begging for credit, he's knockin out teeth;
Clockin much dollars on the 1st and 15th kay shizze is a real fkin g
Big lot of money, nothing less than a twenty;
Yo, you want a five-oh, the dopeman got plenty.
To be a dopeman, boy, you must qualify;
Don't get high, off your own supply!
From a kid to a G, it's all about money;
10-piece, 4-10, base pipe comes free.
If people out there ain't hip to the fact;
If you see somebody gettin money 4 crack,
He's the

Chorus:
Dopeman! Dopeman!
Hey man, gimme a hit!
Dopeman! Dopeman!
Hey, yo, fk that s**t!
Dopeman! Dopeman!
We just can't quit!
Dopeman! Dopeman!
Well suck this b*tch!

(Dr. Dre)
Wait a minute, wait a minute! Who the fk are you talking to?
Do you know who the fk I am? Man, I can't believe this s**t.
This b*tch is tryin to gank me!
I'll slap you up side your head with 9 inches of limp d*ck!

Verse Two: (Ice Cube)
You need a nigg* with money, so u get a dopeman;
Juice that fool for as much as u can.
She likes his car, and he gets with her;
Got a black-eye coz the dopeman hit her.
Let that slide, and you pay it no mind;
Find that he's slapping you, all the time!
But that's ok, coz he's so rich,
And you ain't nothin but a dopeman's b*tch.
Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut;
Poppin that trash might get you fked up!
You'll sit and cry if the dopeman strikes you;
He don't give a fk, he got 2 just like you
There's a another girl in the dopeman's life;
Not quite a b*tch, but far from a wife.
Shes called The Strawberry and everybody know;
Strawberry! Strawberry! Is the neighbourhood hoe.
Do anything for a hit or two;
Give the b*tch a rock and shell fk your whole d*mn crew
It might be your wife and it might make you sick;
Come home and see her mouth on the dopeman's d*ck.
Strawberry, just look you'll see her;
But don't fk around, she'll give you gonnorhea.
If people out there ain't hip to the fact;
Strawberry is a girl selling p*ssy for crack to the,

Chorus:
Dopeman! Dopeman!
Hey man, gimme a hit!
Dopeman! Dopeman!
Hey, yo, fk that s**t!
Dopeman! Dopeman!
In your face;
Yo Dre, kick in tha bass!

Verse Three: (Ice Cube)
If ya smoke caine, youre a stupid motherfker;
Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucka.
Doin that crack with all the money ya got;
On ya hands & knees, searching for a piece of rock.
Jonzing for a hit, now ya lookin for more.
Doug stole a Alpine outta Eazys 6-4.
Ya need ya as* whooped coz its outta this Earth;
Cant get a 10-piece, need a dollar fiftys worth.
Knucklehead nigg*, you turned into a crook;
But swear up and down, boy, that you aint hooked.
You beat ya friend up and you whooped his as* long;
Coz he hit the pipe till the rock was all gone!
You robbin and stealin', bugging and illin';
While the dopeman's dealing.
What is killin' your pain? Cocaine? This s**t's insane;
Yo, E, she's a berry, lets run a train!

(Eazy-E)
Man, I wouldnt touch that b*tch!

(Ice Cube)
Me neither, hoe go home and wash out ya beaver;
And are out there, messing up people's health;
Yo, what the fk you gotta say for yourself?

Verse Four: (Eazy-E)
Well, Im the dopeman, yeah boy wear corduroy;
Money up to here, but unemployed.
You keep smoking that rock and my pocket's getting bigger;

(Dr. Dre)
Yo, got that 5-0, double-up nigg*!

(Eazy-E)
Yeah, high rollin, big money, Im foldin;
b*tch on my tip, for the d*ck, Im holdin.
Strong strawberry, jockin me so early;
Hoe, ya wanna hit? Ya gotta get your knees dirty.
Well that's my life, that's how it's cut;
Hey Dopeman! b*tch shut the fk up!
Gotta make a run, it's a big money deal;
Gankers got the fake, but you can get the real,
From the

Chorus:
Dopeman! Dopeman!
Yeah, thats me!
Dopeman! Dopeman!
Yo, can I get a G?
Dopeman! Dopeman!
Clock as much as he can.
fk this s**t, who am I?
THE DOPEMAN!

Outro: (Eazy-E as the Mexican guy)
Yo, Mr. Dopeman, you think your slick;
Ya sold crack to my sister, and now shes sick.
But if she happens to die, because of your drug;
Im puttin in your culo, a .38 slug!