Текст песни Dope Jobs Homeless

I sold dope, watch fiends crave for rock

Watch 'em watching me put the stash in my sock (Hey! Yo! Yo!)

Walkie-talk to niggas from the corner when the Feds 'bout to enter

Pumped up blocks some of the winter

Kerosene heaters by feet, takin tops off just so a nigga can eat lunchmeat

Four days no Z's, from the first to the third

End of the month to excited to get sleep, I bagged up 2's

Aggravated by picky motherfuckers who don't know which rock to choose (Picky man)

Took outta town trips, two seconds in a son of a bitch

NARCs run in talking shit (who dis?)

I know about dope, lost my man Lou to the coke

Pumping over there off of DeSoto

Any nigga who don't know about this

I hit ya with the Iron Mike quote "That's Ludicrous"

Shittin in the tub, pissing in the tub, Hepititis B inflicted in a thug

I know about that shit right there

Hey yo, I know about that shit right there

Hey yo, Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it all

Y'all niggas can't tell me shit

Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all

Who the fuck goin' to tell me shit?

Dope, Jobs, Homeless...

I don't had jobs black

Boss man yelling at the top of his lungs about a fuckin Fat Burger!

We damn near fired, restaurant manager who can't manage shit

Stressed out retired, I'm talking about blacks

You work all week for Boo, and one day your man Boo just collapse

Bricks, houses, cars

A bitch who drops her drawls for a nigger who can really floss

Five twenty five can make your mouth leak and on top of that shit

You get a check every week

You work a week in the hole, with thirty motherfuckers on pay roll

You work when they want you to

Equal opportunity? Nigga right, suburban community check stubs always hella tight

My shit looking like this

I got a bitch a baby and I need a place to piss

Pissed off at check time cuz I was skipped
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That's when obie trice start cockin' back his shit (fuck this)

Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all

Y'all niggas can't tell me shit

Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all

Who the fuck gonna tell me shit

I done been homeless, no place to sleep

Moms don't wanna hear it no place to eat

Pass out on my mans couch just for a week

Till he get fed up and kick a nigga to the street (Get the fuck outta here, dogg!)

Black out from cold, freezin' my toes

Snow fuckin over my boots, my Tims froze

Face turnin blue, cars ridin by with the little children

on the inside pointin at you (mommy look at that man)

Fucked over folks, and they don't wanna see ya

Baby momma gotta new nigga with a Visa

Sleepin in cars, abandoned shit

While the rats eat the wires you be prayin and shit (Please, Lord, please!)

Close to pneumonia

Wishin for heat, like damn if only I came up in California

Plottin on a (?), like stickin your mans

Damn, you know he got at least a grand in his pants

Face lookin old, despite the fact your only 20 years old

Stuck in the cold

Snot drippin profusely

Taking the alley route so my ex-cutie wouldn't notice me

Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all

Who the fuck goin' to tell me shit

Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it all

Y'all niggas can't tell me shit

Hey yo, Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it all

Who the fuck gonna tell me shit?

Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all

Motherfucker, I don't did it all

Yeah! Shit is real out there, yeah

Nap Entertainment, 2000

Fuck nigga

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