Dopeman

(Yo, Dre, kick in the bass!)

(Ooh, that's funky, that's funky)

(Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky)

It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
"Dopeman, please can I have another hit?"
The dope man said, "Yeah, cluck, for a waiver
If your girl comes here and do me a favor"
It all happened and the guy tried to choke her
Pusher didn't care, she ain't nothing but a smoker
That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game
Young brother living dumb by slanging 'caine
Gold around his neck in 14k heaven
Girls on his jock about 24-7
He won't live long, just keep on waiting
Dopeman dies, 'cause we have fresh daytons
Living in Compton, California CA
Three with a Checkers of Police On a raid
To be a dopeman is a life of grief
Two best days on the first and fifteenth
Got a lotta money, nothing less than a twenty
Yo, you want a five-oh? The dopeman's got plenty
To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify
Don't get high off your own supply
From a key to a g, it's all about money
10 piece for 10 base, pipe comes free
And people out there are not hip to the fact
If you see someboy getting money for crack, he's the

Dopeman, dopeman (ay, man, give me a hit)
Dopeman, dopeman (boy, you need to quit)
Dopeman, dopeman (he don't care anyway)
Dopeman, dopeman (as long as he gets paid)

Yo, man, you heard what happen to JD the other night?
Yo, I heard he got locked up with some of that stuff, man (yeah he did, yeah he did)
Now I think he's doing about 10 to 20
I told that brother it was work at the post office

You need somebody with money, so you get a dopeman
Juice that fool for as much as you can
She like his car and he get with her
Got a black eye 'cause the dopeman hit her
Let that slide and you pay it no mind
Find that he's slapping you all the time
But that's okay, 'cause you escape
And you got back with him 'cause he keeps you drape
Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut
Popping that trash might get you beat up
We'll sit and cry if the dope man strike you
He don't really care, he got two just like you
There's a another girl in the dopeman's life
Not a prostitute, but far from a wife
She's called "The Strawberry" and everybody know
Strawberry, strawberry is good to go
Do anything for a hit or two
Give the girl a rock, there's nuthin' she won't do
Might be your wife, sister or girlfriend
Come home and see in the bed with the dopeman
Strawberry just look as she pleases
But don't mess around, she carry diseases
And people out there are not hip to the fact
That Strawberry is a girl selling body for crack to the

Dopeman, dopeman (ay, man, give me a hit)
Dopeman, dopeman (boy, you need to quit)
Dopeman, dopeman
(Yo, Dre, kick in the bass!)

(Ooh, that's funky, that's funky)

(Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky)

If you smoke 'caine, you are nuthin' but a sucka'
Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucker
Doing that crack with all the money you got
On your hands and knees searching for a piece of rock
Jonesing for a hit and you're looking for more
Done stole a Alpine of out Eazy's 6-4
You need to be whooped, 'cause it's out of this earth
Can't get a 10 piece, need a dollar fifty's worth
Knucklehead boy, yeah, you turned into a crook
But swear up and down, fool, that you ain't hooked
You kick your friend out and you beat his butt long
'Cause he hit the pipe 'till the rock was all gone
You're robbin' and stealin', buggin' and illin'
While the dopeman's dealing what is healing your pain
Cocaine, this world's insane
Selling crack to the another in the fast lane
Strawberry's out there to play the road
Man, I wouldn't touch her with a ten-foot pole
Me neither, I just stop and grin
Dopeman in the pen, doing five-to-ten

Well, I'm the dopeman, got cut selling crack
Now my face is in the dirt and the police is on my back
I used to sell coke every day in the streets
Now the chow line is where I eat
So stop whatcha doin', that ain't what it's about
'Cause sooner or later it's gonna play out
There's money in the street, but I'll tell you what
Either dead or in jail is where you end up?
I know for a fact that's how it could be
(Hey, dopeman) no, that's not me
Now to sell crack is not the move
I just did it for the girls, cars, money and juice, I was the

Dopeman, dopeman (from the mob)
Dopeman, dopeman (boy, get a job)
Dopeman, dopeman (clock as much as he can)
(What'd you say your name was?)
The dopeman

Yo, mister dopeman, you think you're slick
You sold crack to my sister and now she's sick
But if she happen to die because of your drug
I'm putting in your culo a .38 slug



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Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, Dedrick D'mon Rolison, Anthony Banks
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