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Young Buck - Текст песни Buy Your Dope From Me
(feat. Hi-C, Sosa)
 [Intro: Young Buck]
 Its colder than muhfucka outside..
 I gotta get this money though, fuck that
 [Chorus: Sosa]
 Row, row, row, ya boat
 Slowly down the street
 Smokin' mary, mary, mary, mary
 Come and buy yo dope from me
 [Verse 1: Sosa]
 I hit my first lick, musta been the seventh grade
 I came up on a chunk, I bought a coat and pair of J's
 And I aint feel bad about it, on the block it was the way
 I had to bend the rules a bit, I was tryna eat wit snakes
 Bought a pack, paid my momma light billing by the day
 You jus witnessed the clubs that you dealt into the game
 25 birds on the counter, shit aint changed
 My Mexicans, they let me get that chickens to the thang
 I smokin' sumthin exquisite ridin' tinted in the range
 Diamonds lookin jus like Buck's chain and his ring
 Spinnin' through the city watchin menace spillin' caine
 Jada-pinkett ridin' wit me lip game insane
 Mayne..
 [Chorus]
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 [Verse 2: Hi-C]
 Sandwich bags of pyrexx and some cocaine
 Follow me, as I take you to the dope game
 I got felonies, I can't get a nine-to-five
 Quarter chickens, 5 G's, now that's time for 5
 I cant fuck wit homeboy, I heard he would tell
 All black Geneva scales, dope under my fingernails
 Hot water, abra-kadabra, ready rocks
 All straight and plastic glock, candy-red Chevy drop
 Flood this muthafucka, coke all on every block
 Tryna be number one like the chain that Nelly got
 White square blocks like a baseball field
 Embrace all fielders, south, eight, paul kills
[Chorus x2]
 [Verse 3: Young Buck]
 I got my hoopdie on hub caps postin', they lookin fo 24's
 They pullin niggas over, they look like they getting dough
 I stop at the store, to get some zip-lock bags
 Jar full of dro, I gotta get rid of that
 You know what they doin folk, aint no need to ask
 And if ya only buyin' one, I don't need ya cash
 Homie, jus stay in ya weight class and get you a safe stash
 Whip it, whip, it, whip it, whip it, nigga then break the glass
 These hoes will tell on you, I'm tellin you the truth
 And if a hater try to rob you I'm tellin you to shoot
[Gunshot]











