Dope (feat. Jellyroll)
Peep gang
My shit's dope
Dope
Dope
Dope
Shoot it in your veins
Snort it up like coke
You can hear it in your brain
You can feel it to your soul
Have you runnin' up talkin'
'Bout you fiendin' for some mo', let 'em know
Know
Know
Know
I got the chicken and waffle
Like I was all in Roscoe's
Man, I'm never gon' stop
I'ma kill it at rock shows
For the Juggalos and sinners
And all of the lost souls, here we go
Go
Go
Go
I'ma bring my Wicked shit all over the whole globe
The beat is on fire, man, the rapping is so cold
And I can play every instrument, even the dope, bro, like
Aye aye
Even if you feeling like, I'll never do what you do
Don't get too comfortable, cause, I'm coming for you, true
Spit it when I'm comin' with the hits, like YouTube (bombbb)
Y'all tippy-toe around the wicked flow that I'm (onnn)
I won't stop until the atomic blast goes off, and we're (gooone)
Bye-bye to the life in the hole
But before die, before I go
I'm making sure that everybody know
My shits dope!
Dope
Dope
Dope (yea-yeah)
Tell me my shit ain't dope
My shit's dope
Dope
Dope
Dope (yea-yeah)
Try'n tell me my shit ain't dope
My shit's dope (dope, man!)
Dope (dope, man!)
Dope (d,dope, man!)
Dope (yea-yeah)
Tell me my shit ain't dope
My shit's dope
Dope
Dope
Dope (yea-yeah)
Try'n tell me my shit ain't dope (dope, man!)
A'right, Jelly Roll, Young Wicked, I got you (a'right)
Came from the bottom
I'm a product of the struggle
And that goes
For every motherfucker
I know (I know)
I was a long shot
Back from the bottom
I came (I came)
Out the motherfuckin'
Gutter, I rose (I rose)
Jellyroll, you so country, dog
But, fuck 'em all
I feel like I'm above the law
An' fuck the talk (fuck the talk)
'Fore I argue with you, these days
I swear, I will fuck yo' broad
Fo' real
Me and Wicked were kickin' shit
And politickin' shit
About how my fat-ass
Jus' spread my white-trash
On all this wicked shit, haha
That' Violent J
Malicious shit
I'm Shaggy's twin
With a vicious twist
I swear
I'm somewhere
B'tween Kid Rock
And that ol' Twiztid shit
That's fuckin' crazy
That's dope, baby
That's dope, baby
Eric Clapton
Cocaine
Make it happen
An' I'll be cool
If I don't make it rappin'
This shit dope
I had to do it
Plus, I love makin' music
Money to be made
Then take me to it (take me to it)
Ya'll know how we do it
That's dope!
Dope, dope, dope (yea-yeah)
Tell me my shit ain't dope
My shit's dope
Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
Try'n tell me my shit ain't dope
My shit's dope
Tell me my shit ain't dope
My shit's dope (dope, man!)
Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
Try'n tell me my shit ain't dope, fucka'
My shit's dope
Dope, man!
Dope! (yea-yeah)
D-dope, man!
Dope!
Dope (dope, man!)
Juggalo scrub with a bad pitch
HooDoo, I ain't never really had shit
'Cept skills on tha mic, skills on the track
An' I'm rather good with a woman an' a mattress
I'm da' shit, ya' better get some matches
I got 'em throwin' up from how good the track is
I keep the homies focused, we don't get distracted
You don' wanna provoke us, you could get yo' ass kicked
Uh, uh (uh, uh)
The best is all I ever really wanted to be (be)
Blind to a hata' an' they can't see me, bom, bom
Young Wicked, with the innovative
Any hata' get tha' funny feelin'
When they hear the bass thump
From out tha back a' my trunk
Betta' back it up, punk
Ain' nobody checkin' ma' funk
Ain' nobody killin' ma' buzz
Ain' no throwin' ma' high
Only see me when I'm rollin' right by
Blowin' blunt smoke in the night sky
I got ma' dope down to a science
Master the formula, then you apply it
If you're city gettin' dry an'
your lookin' for tha' good shit
Well, Young Wicked's supplyin' an'
My shit's dope!
Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
Tell me my shit ain't dope
My shit's dope
Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
Try'n tell me my shit ain't dope
My shit's dope
Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
Tell me my shit ain't dope
My shit's dope
Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
Try'n tell me my shit ain't dope, fucka'
If you're city gettin' dry an'
your lookin' for tha' good shit
Well, Young Wicked's supplyin' an'
My shit's dope!
Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
Tell me my shit ain't dope
My shit's dope
Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
Try'n tell me my shit ain't dope
My shit's dope
Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
Tell me my shit ain't dope
My shit's dope
Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
Try'n tell me my shit ain't dope, fucka'
My shit's dope (yea-yeah)
Yeeeeeeeeh
My shit's dope
Dope
Dope
Dope
Shoot it in your veins
Snort it up like coke
You can hear it in your brain
You can feel it to your soul
Have you runnin' up talkin'
'Bout you fiendin' for some mo', let 'em know
Know
Know
Know
I got the chicken and waffle
Like I was all in Roscoe's
Man, I'm never gon' stop
I'ma kill it at rock shows
For the Juggalos and sinners
And all of the lost souls, here we go
Go
Go
Go
I'ma bring my Wicked shit all over the whole globe
The beat is on fire, man, the rapping is so cold
And I can play every instrument, even the dope, bro, like
Aye aye
Even if you feeling like, I'll never do what you do
Don't get too comfortable, cause, I'm coming for you, true
Spit it when I'm comin' with the hits, like YouTube (bombbb)
Y'all tippy-toe around the wicked flow that I'm (onnn)
I won't stop until the atomic blast goes off, and we're (gooone)
Bye-bye to the life in the hole
But before die, before I go
I'm making sure that everybody know
My shits dope!
Dope
Dope
Dope (yea-yeah)
Tell me my shit ain't dope
My shit's dope
Dope
Dope
Dope (yea-yeah)
Try'n tell me my shit ain't dope
My shit's dope (dope, man!)
Dope (dope, man!)
Dope (d,dope, man!)
Dope (yea-yeah)
Tell me my shit ain't dope
My shit's dope
Dope
Dope
Dope (yea-yeah)
Try'n tell me my shit ain't dope (dope, man!)
A'right, Jelly Roll, Young Wicked, I got you (a'right)
Came from the bottom
I'm a product of the struggle
And that goes
For every motherfucker
I know (I know)
I was a long shot
Back from the bottom
I came (I came)
Out the motherfuckin'
Gutter, I rose (I rose)
Jellyroll, you so country, dog
But, fuck 'em all
I feel like I'm above the law
An' fuck the talk (fuck the talk)
'Fore I argue with you, these days
I swear, I will fuck yo' broad
Fo' real
Me and Wicked were kickin' shit
And politickin' shit
About how my fat-ass
Jus' spread my white-trash
On all this wicked shit, haha
That' Violent J
Malicious shit
I'm Shaggy's twin
With a vicious twist
I swear
I'm somewhere
B'tween Kid Rock
And that ol' Twiztid shit
That's fuckin' crazy
That's dope, baby
That's dope, baby
Eric Clapton
Cocaine
Make it happen
An' I'll be cool
If I don't make it rappin'
This shit dope
I had to do it
Plus, I love makin' music
Money to be made
Then take me to it (take me to it)
Ya'll know how we do it
That's dope!
Dope, dope, dope (yea-yeah)
Tell me my shit ain't dope
My shit's dope
Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
Try'n tell me my shit ain't dope
My shit's dope
Tell me my shit ain't dope
My shit's dope (dope, man!)
Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
Try'n tell me my shit ain't dope, fucka'
My shit's dope
Dope, man!
Dope! (yea-yeah)
D-dope, man!
Dope!
Dope (dope, man!)
Juggalo scrub with a bad pitch
HooDoo, I ain't never really had shit
'Cept skills on tha mic, skills on the track
An' I'm rather good with a woman an' a mattress
I'm da' shit, ya' better get some matches
I got 'em throwin' up from how good the track is
I keep the homies focused, we don't get distracted
You don' wanna provoke us, you could get yo' ass kicked
Uh, uh (uh, uh)
The best is all I ever really wanted to be (be)
Blind to a hata' an' they can't see me, bom, bom
Young Wicked, with the innovative
Any hata' get tha' funny feelin'
When they hear the bass thump
From out tha back a' my trunk
Betta' back it up, punk
Ain' nobody checkin' ma' funk
Ain' nobody killin' ma' buzz
Ain' no throwin' ma' high
Only see me when I'm rollin' right by
Blowin' blunt smoke in the night sky
I got ma' dope down to a science
Master the formula, then you apply it
If you're city gettin' dry an'
your lookin' for tha' good shit
Well, Young Wicked's supplyin' an'
My shit's dope!
Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
Tell me my shit ain't dope
My shit's dope
Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
Try'n tell me my shit ain't dope
My shit's dope
Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
Tell me my shit ain't dope
My shit's dope
Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
Try'n tell me my shit ain't dope, fucka'
If you're city gettin' dry an'
your lookin' for tha' good shit
Well, Young Wicked's supplyin' an'
My shit's dope!
Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
Tell me my shit ain't dope
My shit's dope
Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
Try'n tell me my shit ain't dope
My shit's dope
Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
Tell me my shit ain't dope
My shit's dope
Dope, Dope, Dope (yea-yeah)
Try'n tell me my shit ain't dope, fucka'
My shit's dope (yea-yeah)
Yeeeeeeeeh
Credits
Writer(s): Markous Roberts, Andre Young, William Roberts, Jess Jackson, Calvin Broadus, Michael Stevenson, Colin Wolfe
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