city of dope
i call it oak
can'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 corvette
now he's buying keys
making g's
and all the girls say won't you please