"Your Dope Album Version"  Parental Advisory genre: Rap
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	My Story.....Street Life, Tricks Trickin, Doper's Dope'in, and Shit Gettin Real!
	CD: Duracelism Credits: Written And Produced By CEL and Wilm G
	Story Behind the Song I wrote this song just like most of my songs because I live it at one time in my life and it all has to come out at some time or another...and it usually spills on my music. Lyrics Verse- To all you bangers , cholos , and thugs For years of my life you fucking sold me drugs Now I'm addicted to this shit and you call me a smoker Well check this out I got 4 aces in this poker See man I got a gat in my hand I'm sick of you shorting me and I'm jackin you man So give it up I want your balloons and rocka Hand over the cash and make scram and dash Holms Cause I could give an F-less You say "I'll catch you slippin" I hope you leave me breathless Cause I don’t wanna live no more I lost everything I love and I just wanna die Over what ? A couple of bags Lost my fam for some dope that I slam wit dee's rags shit.. you fuckin crazy Think that I wouldn't roll up on your block with my glock You cant faze me Because I'm already dead A cat without a soul you can fill him with lead . Skit- Ok man I know I smoke more fuckin rock than Richard Pryor and shit alright but this motherfucker is sixty years old He a french heroin crack dealer that’s sixty years old Get the fuckin gun and lets do this shit Chorus - When your broke and strung out on the streets You gotta get your dope Shoot and kill sell your girl out on the streets Just to get your dope So all you bangers and you cholos and you thugs Better hold on to your drugs Cause a smoker like the cel up on the streets you know he'll kill you for your drugs Verse- Stick and move , Stick and move That’s exactly how I play this life game on the streets gettin bruised Playin due's Jackin street corner crewz Pouring out bottles of booze Feelin the Hill street blues Cause my girl said "its me or the dope you choose" Well , you know what I did .. I caught two more cases and I lost my kid (HUH) But That’s alright see , cause I pawned your links and I'll be high for the night G And That’s all that really matters To a strung out , cracked out fiend dat ain’t got no manners Yeah I stole your shit But I'm a crack head man and I'm a help you look for it Okay fine ..... you thought we was friends But when I'm strung out you know I ain’t got no friends As a matter of fact , if you don’t make like wind I'm a stretch this friendship just a little more thin I don't care that we grew up together ..man You don't know where I been Chorus- When your broke and strung out on the streets You gotta get your dope Shoot and kill sell your girl out on the streets Just to get your dope So all you bangers and you cholos and you thugs Better hold on to your drugs Cause a smoker like the cel up on the streets you know he'll kill you for your drugs When your broke and strung out on the streets You gotta get your dope Shoot and kill sell your girl out on the streets Just to get your dope So all you bangers and you cholos and you thugs Better hold on to your drugs Cause a smoker like the cel up on the streets you know he'll kill you for your drugs When your broke and strung out on the streets You gotta get your dope Shoot and kill sell your girl out on the streets Just to get your dope So all you bangers and you cholos and you thugs Better hold on to your drugs Cause a smoker like the cel up on the streets you know he'll kill you for your drugs

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