Cheese And Dope
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๐ Lyrics
Out here slangin' on this blade, prayin' that I don't get cut
By these police makin' raids, jumpin' out and checkin' nuts
Cuttin' balls down to crumbs, Babbage weed is in my lungs
Nigga stick me for a bag, I'ma shoot him in his ass
I'ma show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn?
When you cross in this game, then your ass will get burned
Wait my turn, or my time rock for rock, for the dime
Takin' Fed chance after chance, but I got to dance
To the rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
How the hell you robbers gonna rob the robber?
Boy, I'm gonna start ya with pistol slapped 'cross mouth
Reachin' in your pockets, and take your money out
Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
For da nine-hunnid strong, I got P's, I got coke
Ain't no credit givin' mane, you could get from 'round here
Niggas robbin', niggas bangin', niggas slangin' down here
I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope
I got P's, coke, and some killers at the do'
Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow
What you need, bro, is to fuck wit' your boy
Quarter bird, what's the word for you, dawg? It's da low
Sellin' me Babbage weed, but you want the purest snow
I'ma go, I'ma pull, me a rabbit out a hat
Ounce of cane mixed with sugar and some killers strapped wit' gats
Always trying to be slick, you done stepped in some shit
You done broke ghetto laws, you done tore yo' fuckin' draws
With me boy, ain't know, 'cause the streets never lies
Walk right up on your ass, shoot right between the eyes
You be stankin' with the flies, while I'm ridin' on chrome
With your bitch, smokin' 'dro, fucking all in your home
While you kissin' on her lips, she be suckin' on my dick
Flippy flop on the paint, system booms as I dip
Through the streets of the hood, North Memphis Hollywood
Represent it to the max, I'm just out here statin' facts
Tryin' to stack me some pape's, got my foot on you snakes
I'ma squeeze off some lead for you niggas that are fake
I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope
I got P's, coke, and some killer at the do'
Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow
What you need, bro, is to fuck with your boy
I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope
I got P's, coke, and some killer at the do'
Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow
What you need, bro, is to fuck wit' your boy
You could duck from the TEC out the Escalade
Once I get my cheese on a roll, then I must get paid
If you want to come against me, dawg, bring your whole brigade
But you shall get sliced like a throat with a swisher blade
Sippin' on some Paul-ay Masson, like some sweet Kool-aid
Strapped with me an automatic gun, don't you violate
Nigga said, "He'll snitch on me," dawg, I didn't hesitate
Caught him in the Projects one day, sent him to his grave
Players wanna come through the hood, but forgot the fear
Knowing it ain't all to the good, you could get it here
Wrong place at the wrong time, call it Slipper's Gold
Dope fiends keep me up with them and my pockets swole
Eyes red as hell, 'cause I ain't had a lick of sleep
Snorted a quarter ball, so that I could stay on my feet
Treat any bitch, just the same as a nigga too
If you trustin' hoes in this game, you's a damn fool, boy
I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope
I got P's, coke, and some killers at the do'
Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow
What you need, bro, is to fuck wit' your boy, men
By these police makin' raids, jumpin' out and checkin' nuts
Cuttin' balls down to crumbs, Babbage weed is in my lungs
Nigga stick me for a bag, I'ma shoot him in his ass
I'ma show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn?
When you cross in this game, then your ass will get burned
Wait my turn, or my time rock for rock, for the dime
Takin' Fed chance after chance, but I got to dance
To the rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
How the hell you robbers gonna rob the robber?
Boy, I'm gonna start ya with pistol slapped 'cross mouth
Reachin' in your pockets, and take your money out
Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
For da nine-hunnid strong, I got P's, I got coke
Ain't no credit givin' mane, you could get from 'round here
Niggas robbin', niggas bangin', niggas slangin' down here
I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope
I got P's, coke, and some killers at the do'
Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow
What you need, bro, is to fuck wit' your boy
Quarter bird, what's the word for you, dawg? It's da low
Sellin' me Babbage weed, but you want the purest snow
I'ma go, I'ma pull, me a rabbit out a hat
Ounce of cane mixed with sugar and some killers strapped wit' gats
Always trying to be slick, you done stepped in some shit
You done broke ghetto laws, you done tore yo' fuckin' draws
With me boy, ain't know, 'cause the streets never lies
Walk right up on your ass, shoot right between the eyes
You be stankin' with the flies, while I'm ridin' on chrome
With your bitch, smokin' 'dro, fucking all in your home
While you kissin' on her lips, she be suckin' on my dick
Flippy flop on the paint, system booms as I dip
Through the streets of the hood, North Memphis Hollywood
Represent it to the max, I'm just out here statin' facts
Tryin' to stack me some pape's, got my foot on you snakes
I'ma squeeze off some lead for you niggas that are fake
I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope
I got P's, coke, and some killer at the do'
Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow
What you need, bro, is to fuck with your boy
I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope
I got P's, coke, and some killer at the do'
Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow
What you need, bro, is to fuck wit' your boy
You could duck from the TEC out the Escalade
Once I get my cheese on a roll, then I must get paid
If you want to come against me, dawg, bring your whole brigade
But you shall get sliced like a throat with a swisher blade
Sippin' on some Paul-ay Masson, like some sweet Kool-aid
Strapped with me an automatic gun, don't you violate
Nigga said, "He'll snitch on me," dawg, I didn't hesitate
Caught him in the Projects one day, sent him to his grave
Players wanna come through the hood, but forgot the fear
Knowing it ain't all to the good, you could get it here
Wrong place at the wrong time, call it Slipper's Gold
Dope fiends keep me up with them and my pockets swole
Eyes red as hell, 'cause I ain't had a lick of sleep
Snorted a quarter ball, so that I could stay on my feet
Treat any bitch, just the same as a nigga too
If you trustin' hoes in this game, you's a damn fool, boy
I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope
I got P's, coke, and some killers at the do'
Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow
What you need, bro, is to fuck wit' your boy, men
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.09] Out here slangin' on this blade, prayin' that I don't get cut
[00:03.16] By these police makin' raids, jumpin' out and checkin' nuts
[00:06.12] Cuttin' balls down to crumbs, Babbage weed is in my lungs
[00:09.33] Nigga stick me for a bag, I'ma shoot him in his ass
[00:12.75] I'ma show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn?
[00:15.70] When you cross in this game, then your ass will get burned
[00:18.91] Wait my turn, or my time rock for rock, for the dime
[00:22.14] Takin' Fed chance after chance, but I got to dance
[00:25.30] To the rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
[00:29.04] How the hell you robbers gonna rob the robber?
[00:32.23] Boy, I'm gonna start ya with pistol slapped 'cross mouth
[00:35.47] Reachin' in your pockets, and take your money out
[00:38.41] Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
[00:41.23] For da nine-hunnid strong, I got P's, I got coke
[00:44.62] Ain't no credit givin' mane, you could get from 'round here
[00:47.73] Niggas robbin', niggas bangin', niggas slangin' down here
[00:50.81] I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope
[00:54.04] I got P's, coke, and some killers at the do'
[00:57.38] Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow
[01:00.50] What you need, bro, is to fuck wit' your boy
[01:03.78] Quarter bird, what's the word for you, dawg? It's da low
[01:06.89] Sellin' me Babbage weed, but you want the purest snow
[01:10.15] I'ma go, I'ma pull, me a rabbit out a hat
[01:13.14] Ounce of cane mixed with sugar and some killers strapped wit' gats
[01:16.59] Always trying to be slick, you done stepped in some shit
[01:19.75] You done broke ghetto laws, you done tore yo' fuckin' draws
[01:22.81] With me boy, ain't know, 'cause the streets never lies
[01:25.99] Walk right up on your ass, shoot right between the eyes
[01:29.35] You be stankin' with the flies, while I'm ridin' on chrome
[01:32.32] With your bitch, smokin' 'dro, fucking all in your home
[01:35.42] While you kissin' on her lips, she be suckin' on my dick
[01:38.84] Flippy flop on the paint, system booms as I dip
[01:41.98] Through the streets of the hood, North Memphis Hollywood
[01:45.14] Represent it to the max, I'm just out here statin' facts
[01:48.38] Tryin' to stack me some pape's, got my foot on you snakes
[01:51.54] I'ma squeeze off some lead for you niggas that are fake
[01:54.74] I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope
[01:57.99] I got P's, coke, and some killer at the do'
[02:01.19] Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow
[02:04.45] What you need, bro, is to fuck with your boy
[02:07.54] I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope
[02:10.61] I got P's, coke, and some killer at the do'
[02:13.93] Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow
[02:17.06] What you need, bro, is to fuck wit' your boy
[02:20.15] You could duck from the TEC out the Escalade
[02:23.05] Once I get my cheese on a roll, then I must get paid
[02:26.20] If you want to come against me, dawg, bring your whole brigade
[02:29.56] But you shall get sliced like a throat with a swisher blade
[02:32.50] Sippin' on some Paul-ay Masson, like some sweet Kool-aid
[02:35.89] Strapped with me an automatic gun, don't you violate
[02:39.17] Nigga said, "He'll snitch on me," dawg, I didn't hesitate
[02:42.08] Caught him in the Projects one day, sent him to his grave
[02:45.47] Players wanna come through the hood, but forgot the fear
[02:48.62] Knowing it ain't all to the good, you could get it here
[02:51.82] Wrong place at the wrong time, call it Slipper's Gold
[02:55.07] Dope fiends keep me up with them and my pockets swole
[02:58.26] Eyes red as hell, 'cause I ain't had a lick of sleep
[03:01.14] Snorted a quarter ball, so that I could stay on my feet
[03:04.66] Treat any bitch, just the same as a nigga too
[03:07.71] If you trustin' hoes in this game, you's a damn fool, boy
[03:11.46] I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope
[03:14.58] I got P's, coke, and some killers at the do'
[03:17.76] Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow
[03:20.75] What you need, bro, is to fuck wit' your boy, men
[03:24.26]
[00:03.16] By these police makin' raids, jumpin' out and checkin' nuts
[00:06.12] Cuttin' balls down to crumbs, Babbage weed is in my lungs
[00:09.33] Nigga stick me for a bag, I'ma shoot him in his ass
[00:12.75] I'ma show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn?
[00:15.70] When you cross in this game, then your ass will get burned
[00:18.91] Wait my turn, or my time rock for rock, for the dime
[00:22.14] Takin' Fed chance after chance, but I got to dance
[00:25.30] To the rules of this shit, that's why I keep a revolver
[00:29.04] How the hell you robbers gonna rob the robber?
[00:32.23] Boy, I'm gonna start ya with pistol slapped 'cross mouth
[00:35.47] Reachin' in your pockets, and take your money out
[00:38.41] Mane, you know what's goin', you got cheese, I got dope
[00:41.23] For da nine-hunnid strong, I got P's, I got coke
[00:44.62] Ain't no credit givin' mane, you could get from 'round here
[00:47.73] Niggas robbin', niggas bangin', niggas slangin' down here
[00:50.81] I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope
[00:54.04] I got P's, coke, and some killers at the do'
[00:57.38] Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow
[01:00.50] What you need, bro, is to fuck wit' your boy
[01:03.78] Quarter bird, what's the word for you, dawg? It's da low
[01:06.89] Sellin' me Babbage weed, but you want the purest snow
[01:10.15] I'ma go, I'ma pull, me a rabbit out a hat
[01:13.14] Ounce of cane mixed with sugar and some killers strapped wit' gats
[01:16.59] Always trying to be slick, you done stepped in some shit
[01:19.75] You done broke ghetto laws, you done tore yo' fuckin' draws
[01:22.81] With me boy, ain't know, 'cause the streets never lies
[01:25.99] Walk right up on your ass, shoot right between the eyes
[01:29.35] You be stankin' with the flies, while I'm ridin' on chrome
[01:32.32] With your bitch, smokin' 'dro, fucking all in your home
[01:35.42] While you kissin' on her lips, she be suckin' on my dick
[01:38.84] Flippy flop on the paint, system booms as I dip
[01:41.98] Through the streets of the hood, North Memphis Hollywood
[01:45.14] Represent it to the max, I'm just out here statin' facts
[01:48.38] Tryin' to stack me some pape's, got my foot on you snakes
[01:51.54] I'ma squeeze off some lead for you niggas that are fake
[01:54.74] I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope
[01:57.99] I got P's, coke, and some killer at the do'
[02:01.19] Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow
[02:04.45] What you need, bro, is to fuck with your boy
[02:07.54] I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope
[02:10.61] I got P's, coke, and some killer at the do'
[02:13.93] Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow
[02:17.06] What you need, bro, is to fuck wit' your boy
[02:20.15] You could duck from the TEC out the Escalade
[02:23.05] Once I get my cheese on a roll, then I must get paid
[02:26.20] If you want to come against me, dawg, bring your whole brigade
[02:29.56] But you shall get sliced like a throat with a swisher blade
[02:32.50] Sippin' on some Paul-ay Masson, like some sweet Kool-aid
[02:35.89] Strapped with me an automatic gun, don't you violate
[02:39.17] Nigga said, "He'll snitch on me," dawg, I didn't hesitate
[02:42.08] Caught him in the Projects one day, sent him to his grave
[02:45.47] Players wanna come through the hood, but forgot the fear
[02:48.62] Knowing it ain't all to the good, you could get it here
[02:51.82] Wrong place at the wrong time, call it Slipper's Gold
[02:55.07] Dope fiends keep me up with them and my pockets swole
[02:58.26] Eyes red as hell, 'cause I ain't had a lick of sleep
[03:01.14] Snorted a quarter ball, so that I could stay on my feet
[03:04.66] Treat any bitch, just the same as a nigga too
[03:07.71] If you trustin' hoes in this game, you's a damn fool, boy
[03:11.46] I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin' dope
[03:14.58] I got P's, coke, and some killers at the do'
[03:17.76] Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter ounce of blow
[03:20.75] What you need, bro, is to fuck wit' your boy, men
[03:24.26]