DOPE SPOT

Choppers
West Adams, nigga
Chops on, chops on, chops
All at the dope spot, keeping shit hot

Chops on, chops on, chops
All at the dope spot, keeping shit hot
Chops on, chops on, chops
All at the dope spot, keeping shit hot

Chops on, chops on, chops
All at the dope spot, keeping shit hot, nigga
I got a 4'5", a Mack, and a tiny Loc Assassin
Keep surveilance at the dope spot, cause it's crackin

Rollin' up and pouring up and playin' on this maddden
The homie said Tee Lee so I had to crack him
Fresh Chucks, white tee, young Crips in the street
Go and get your walk on

You can slide with me, skip, skip, set, trip
Gotta keep it on your hip, little homies posted on the block
With them extra clips, Neek, Neek, out late night
And she wanna flip, we can get to dealing with all that

After I make my chips,
Smokers knockin' out my door
Women all on the floor, Which Bitch
I wanna flip, Eny, Meeny, Miny, Moe
Chops on, chops on, chops

All at the dope spot, keeping shit hot, nigga
Chops on, chops on, chops
All at the dope spot, keeping shit hot, nigga
Chops on, chops on, chops

All at the dope spot, keeping shit hot, nigga
Chops on, chops on, chops
All at the dope spot, keeping shit hot, nigga
For my killers, young gorillas, can't forget the

Drug dealers, mongoose catch a snake
Then your ass gotta kill him, I been in his spot
Daddy smoking rocks, had crack in my lane before for a crip, crip walked
Yeah, mom was on top, flim capsules she kept rock

Told me they was sugar cubes when I tested Got pop
Then she taught me how to hustle, turned her home to a block
Now I'm sitting in the house with her hoes and a chop
First thing that you do when you get to a spot

Better get you a stash, better get you a chop
Gotta watch for them niggas that been hating on the block
Gotta scope with a beam on it, pointing at the opp
When the haters can't beat you, best believe they call the cops

Keep your profit moving out in the spot, don't keep a lot
In a day trap your spot, dump you're rocks
Collect a knot, keep a camera, staying keening
To youngin to watch the block

Pay attention, when you in a spot you better listen
Gotta stay focused, better pay attention
Johnny's rolling crash Tuesday and they fishing
Smokers giving drops on the opps, clocking chip in

Ain't no competition, got boulders and the pounds
If a nigga want a trip, we got choppers for them clowns
I'm known for sending them out of town, run off, I lay em' down
Even Popeye with his spinach couldn't live through these chopper rounds



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Writer(s): Torrie Jackson
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