Two Feet - Dope Lyrics

Man, I've been needin' to see you all day
Boy the sun is real out here
But I've been comin' by just seein' if
I need one favor man
You know I got a lil' job comin' later on
I just need
To borrow like a lil' 30
Probably maybe a lil' 40 to the first
Man you know ya got me
You know I'm good for it man
My man
I knew you lookin' out for ya boy
Man 'preciate that
One Two

Hey, Two Feet came by

Who got the dope
Who got me; could you spot me
Who got the dope
(Who got me)
(Tell me tell me)
(You got me)
Who got me; could you spot me

Who got the dope
Who got me; could you spot me
Who got the dope
(Who got me)
(Tell me tell me)
(You got me)
Who got me; could you spot me

Chitty chitty
Bang bang don't get crossed up
Suicidal
Thoughts, thinkin' about crossin' us
I don't call ya nothin' else
I'ma call ya bluff
Run dem bands
Run dem bands nowhere else but up
I should get ah
Statue of me on Memosa Street
Still remember
Spots where I would make da junkies meet
Block was hot
Watch me disappear from da police
Front ya 3
Ya let get food stamps this week
Oh my lord 12:01 I'm out in front ya yard
Owe me somthin'
I'm just here to pick that up my boy
Paranoid
They out to get me that's my mind state
Desperate stares soft whispers
Them the ones I hate
From up the street
Hate to tell ya it's an extra fee
As we speak
Youngins goin' on a robbin' spree
Hope it's cheap
Say Two Feet
Let me see
Make it brief (ew)
My nigga


Who got the dope
Who got me; could you spot me
Who got the dope
(Who got me)
(Tell me tell me)
(You got me)
Who got me; could you spot me

Who got the dope
Who got me; could you spot me
Who got the dope
(Who got me)
(Tell me tell me)
(You got me)
Who got me; could you spot me

Too many questions asked
Too many questions asked
It was money in the stash
Dope inside the bags
It was no need for ski mask
'Cause I'm gone let it blast
It's was point me to the cash
And hurry make it fast
Very good at doin' math
It's funny that you ask
We was speedin' to the bag
Luckily we ain't crash
It was quarters, wholes, and halves
What you tryna grab
I get Michael Jackson bad
Ah nigga make me mad
On the north side where we at
Northside where we at
My section movin' crack
But I ain't tell u that
If the youngsters dress in black
Everything get jacked
When my LA pistol packed
You can call me Shaq
Yea hurry up and buy
What you tryna try
Yea everything fly
An eye for an eye
Ain't that the rules my guy
My nigga my my my
My nigga

Who got the dope
Who got me; could you spot me
Who got the dope
(Who got me)
(Tell me tell me)
(You got me)
Who got me; could you spot me

Who got the dope
Who got me; could you spot me
Who got the dope
(Who got me)
(Tell me tell me)
(You got me)
Who got me; could you spot me

What do ya' want

Where's Mikey

He's asleep

70 for a dime

He doesn't want to

Dude

I'll come back at 4:00 don't fuckin'
I don't wanna make a scene
There's fuckin'
There's a cop over there

Well leave
If there's a cop leave

Dude hook me up
I don't wanna make a fuckin' scene

Well you already fuckin' made a big ass scene

70 for a dime is a fuckin' deal
I'll be back at 4:00 to pick it up

He doesn't want to

Dude
Fuckin' tell him

I already fuckin' told 'em

Tell 'em again

He fuckin' said "No"

Well make 'em say "Yes"

How the fuck do I tell 'em

Mikey

Hey, you fuckin' makin' a scene

Fuckin' do it man
So I can get the fuck outta here

I can't

Oh my God

Just leave
Just go somewhere else

Come on
I'm fuckin' sweatin' my balls off

You got balls

Come on man
Mikey

He's a sleep
And there's a fuckin' kid asleep too

Well got damn it 70 for a dime
Mike come on

Your fuckin' makin' a scene
Just get outta here

Dude fuckin' call Mikey

He's asleep

He's not asleep
I was just talkin' to him

But he was asleep
When you were talkin' to him

Mike
Wake him up

I can't
Just just leave
He's not gonna want to

Dude