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The Dope House Mind
I gotta Palomino horse with Versacci saddle
I'm a cocaine cowboy with crops and cattle
Half dog and jackal, pop Don like Snapple
Got my first paycheck when I robbed the Randall's
Flow hot like Campbell's, change broads like channels
Two or three at a time cause we all just mammals
The songs I sample, bought my moms a castle
Bought Pops a fucking non-filter box of Camels
Comp soft and fragile, get stompted and trampled
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While they bitch in my car tryna bob for apples
Sport glocks in flannels with the common vandals
Takin hits off a homemade bong with handles
It's a lawless battle as my thoughts unravel
Pull my gun and like eggs niggaz dodge and scramble
Still lost in travel and my heart's in shambles
While the seeds in my weed snap, pop, and crackle
[Chorus]X2
Who fucks with the rhyme of the Dope House mind
Who shines in the dark in these end of times
Line after line who keeps it the realest
(Carolyn:) Only you cause the others too scared to live it
I do vides with a bunch of pretty hoes
In a Benz wearing K-Mart Dickie clothes
Give a toast listen close to that nigga Los
When we was hungry Mom would say 'Get the fishin poles!'
Really though back when I sported chili bowls
And used to dream about rapping on Jenny Jones
My city's throwed, stop acting like you didn't know
Getting rich and we still screaming 'Gimme mo!'
In the pros gotta stay on ya tippy toes
They tryda kill me, few bullets came really close
Now the bitch is froze, twisted in a wicked pose
And his toes mo colda than my Michelobs
Digging holes like I'm tryna find some hidden gold
He got nice shoes, wonda if I fit in those?
The sickest flows, I got guns that can kill a ghost
At the club wearing dead man's Keneth Coles
[Chorus]X2
Candy blue 5 parka and a moonlight sparka
Let me tell ya bout the life of a pure white rocka
A true live balla, might cruise my 'Pala
Or just soak in the sun and take a poolside calla
It's the hood fly talka and if you like drama
I'm da rappa dat'll rap ya in a two-ply potna
With the fruit flies gonna my ginsu knife sharpa
Den dat thang they was swangin at the Luke Skywalka
Listen boo, I gotta notta screw tight on tha
Fucking brain, that ain't been sane since a cute shy toddla
My new nine's hotta than a July jogga
Or even me on the news saying 'Oooh hi Momma!'
Neva knew my fatha till I grew quite larga
But by then I was ten walking through high water
Old dude tried harda than a suicide bomba
I'm like 'Dad it's too late, I'ma fool, why botha?'
[Chorus]X4
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