City of Dope

Song	City of Dope
Artist	Too Short
Album	Life Is...Too Short

Lyrics

	City of Dope,
	I call it
	OakCan’t be broke, selling coke
	Fat ropes, shattered hopes
	Fresh cars and all that dope
	Baseheads keep the trade alive
	Nobody know about a 9 to 5
	Everybody’s just trying to survive
	You need a gun, can’t use those knives
	You got a bullet, well just pull it
	And if you trip, get pistol-whipped
	By a psychomaniac sick in his head
	Wanna be a gangster, now he’s dead
	His brother took over, ain’t no sweat
	Bought a new drop-top white
	CorvetteNow he’s buying keys, making
	G’sAnd all the girls say won’t you please
	Take me in the
	City of Dope
	See I’m hard as hell, no ghetto tale
	You play a gun, but the game is real
	You want to stop my money, how?
	You keep smoking,
	I’m selling out
	It’s called the
	City of Dope, might be your town
	Get a piece of the rock, turn your life around
	So cool, don’t even trip
	You got the sack, get on the tip
	A resident in the
	City of Dope
	And every day
	I’m selling coke
	I’m never broke,
	I don’t smoke
	I sold a rock and made you have a stroke
	Pay cold cash you know,
	I won’t need
	BrunoI’ll hit you with my gat and then
	I won’t come back
	Like eym peanut butter top with the candy paint
	All the high school tenders drop down and faint
	In the City of
	DopeLife in a coke town, heard it before
	Think it’s all been said, but it’s so much more
	It’s like midnight, slanging rock
	Task force just hit the block
	Time to make a move, the spot got hot
	You chase a cop, homeboy why not?
	She lit the match and light the crack
	Ain’t giving no bitches no kind of slack
	Or if you’re playing the game, you’re thinking the same
	Goddamn that rock cocaine
	I’ve seen a lot of my friends go off that pipe
	And every night smoke coke that’s white
	So when you get up, man, there you go
	You and that pipe just dogging the hoes
	In the City of
	Dope, and the story goes
	Want to be like free, breaking millions of loaves
	In the City of
	Dope, where the color is gold
	On your neck, and your fingers, and your brand new rolls“
	Enough,” said, but my rap won’t end
	It’s on a one way trip to
	San Quentin
	Like you my friend, ain’t nothing new
	You want to grind that boat till it’s way past two
	You say, it’s not easy, that you’re so hard
	Sporting gold tone
	Z’s, not credit cards
	Got clout turn ’em out, you got bitches
	You say you’re not fake, but
	I’m telling you this is
	The City of
	Dope, might be your world
	Get a beeper homeboy and just sell that girl
	I’m from the town called the
	City of Dope
	It couldn’t be saved by
	John the Pope
	So go on, live your life of crime
	The beat’ll keep beating while
	I say my rhyme
	In the City of
	DopeSmoking weed, rolling ’em fat
	You wonder where the boy learned to act like that
	Hey was raised in the ghetto and felt the need
	To roll a fat joint and smoke that weed
	But the tale goes on and years went by
	Another drug came and the boy got high
	Ever since that day, he just wasn’t the same
	Where I come from, we call it rock cocaine
	Where you come from, you might call it crack
	But wherever he went, you see he never came back
	I tried to tell the motherfucker, but he don’t know
	I say to coke, “
	Pimp that ho”
	I don’t live in a mansion but
	I drive a
	BenzCut to the turf and collect my ends
	Say, “Look here freak, kick me down
	I don’t have time to talk right now”
	Got to go to, my next hoe
	And get kicked down, a little more
	Left right left, down the street
	Getting paid freak by freak
	There you see me, there you don’t
	You wonder will
	I, or won’t
	Is it yes, is it no?
	But does it really matter you freaky hoe?
	In the City of
	Dope

Pinyin

	City of Dope,
	I call it
	OakCan' t be broke, selling coke
	Fat ropes, shattered hopes
	Fresh cars and all that dope
	Baseheads keep the trade alive
	Nobody know about a 9 to 5
	Everybody' s just trying to survive
	You need a gun, can' t use those knives
	You got a bullet, well just pull it
	And if you trip, get pistolwhipped
	By a psychomaniac sick in his head
	Wanna be a gangster, now he' s dead
	His brother took over, ain' t no sweat
	Bought a new droptop white
	CorvetteNow he' s buying keys, making
	G' sAnd all the girls say won' t you please
	Take me in the
	City of Dope
	See I' m hard as hell, no ghetto tale
	You play a gun, but the game is real
	You want to stop my money, how?
	You keep smoking,
	I' m selling out
	It' s called the
	City of Dope, might be your town
	Get a piece of the rock, turn your life around
	So cool, don' t even trip
	You got the sack, get on the tip
	A resident in the
	City of Dope
	And every day
	I' m selling coke
	I' m never broke,
	I don' t smoke
	I sold a rock and made you have a stroke
	Pay cold cash you know,
	I won' t need
	BrunoI' ll hit you with my gat and then
	I won' t come back
	Like eym peanut butter top with the candy paint
	All the high school tenders drop down and faint
	In the City of
	DopeLife in a coke town, heard it before
	Think it' s all been said, but it' s so much more
	It' s like midnight, slanging rock
	Task force just hit the block
	Time to make a move, the spot got hot
	You chase a cop, homeboy why not?
	She lit the match and light the crack
	Ain' t giving no bitches no kind of slack
	Or if you' re playing the game, you' re thinking the same
	Goddamn that rock cocaine
	I' ve seen a lot of my friends go off that pipe
	And every night smoke coke that' s white
	So when you get up, man, there you go
	You and that pipe just dogging the hoes
	In the City of
	Dope, and the story goes
	Want to be like free, breaking millions of loaves
	In the City of
	Dope, where the color is gold
	On your neck, and your fingers, and your brand new rolls"
	Enough," said, but my rap won' t end
	It' s on a one way trip to
	San Quentin
	Like you my friend, ain' t nothing new
	You want to grind that boat till it' s way past two
	You say, it' s not easy, that you' re so hard
	Sporting gold tone
	Z' s, not credit cards
	Got clout turn ' em out, you got bitches
	You say you' re not fake, but
	I' m telling you this is
	The City of
	Dope, might be your world
	Get a beeper homeboy and just sell that girl
	I' m from the town called the
	City of Dope
	It couldn' t be saved by
	John the Pope
	So go on, live your life of crime
	The beat' ll keep beating while
	I say my rhyme
	In the City of
	DopeSmoking weed, rolling ' em fat
	You wonder where the boy learned to act like that
	Hey was raised in the ghetto and felt the need
	To roll a fat joint and smoke that weed
	But the tale goes on and years went by
	Another drug came and the boy got high
	Ever since that day, he just wasn' t the same
	Where I come from, we call it rock cocaine
	Where you come from, you might call it crack
	But wherever he went, you see he never came back
	I tried to tell the motherfucker, but he don' t know
	I say to coke, "
	Pimp that ho"
	I don' t live in a mansion but
	I drive a
	BenzCut to the turf and collect my ends
	Say, " Look here freak, kick me down
	I don' t have time to talk right now"
	Got to go to, my next hoe
	And get kicked down, a little more
	Left right left, down the street
	Getting paid freak by freak
	There you see me, there you don' t
	You wonder will
	I, or won' t
	Is it yes, is it no?
	But does it really matter you freaky hoe?
	In the City of
	Dope