letra de dope house jumpin' - g. twilight
[intro hook]
overtime in the street, overtime in the street
all work no play, all work no play..
overtime in the street, overtime in the street
overtime trapping
while y’all n-ggas napping
get in my way and overtime trapping
while y’all n-ggas napping
get in my way and them triggers is clapping
them triggers is clapping
[verse 1]
jim crowd in the south ghetto’d in the north
it got worse wit that “contra caine” from oliver north
i’m pushing coca-cola..
like “papa john” priziola
this block 400°.. but this ain’t the “nolia”
detroit police is lurking..
but i ain’t gon’ stop working
pretty face big booty but i ain’t buying her a birkin..
unless she prove that she down for me..
crotch this dope and go out of town for me
finesse savage.. yeah, i’m a old school m-th-r f-cker
gentleman gangster like “big frank nitti usher”
my bag got bigger.. so now i can bag her
have my way wit’ her face like ghetto gaggers
i sell crack, pills, heroin and marijuana
i go to la fitness just to sit in the steam room and sauna
n.o.i. stopping traffic selling fruit and final call..
that’s what i should be doing, but right now i’m trying to ball
[hook] [2x]
dope house jumping.. the trap stay slapping
my products is pumping.. the spot boom bapping
we sleep but we woke, n-gga no napping
careful on them metro’s detectives be tapping
[verse 2]
yeah i know better.. but i still sell dope
urban black male struggle.. feeling like it’s no hope
i choose this life.. but how much of a choice did i really have
thing don’t add up.. the math don’t math
my mother chose a man who was absolute trash
i’m running from my problems, chasing this cash
didn’t have a father.. no older brother neither
my mama had a brother, but he wasn’t there for me either
when gm catches a cold.. detroit gets pneumonia
no jobs, just mobs and its cash on them corners
kush for the weed heads and vicodin® for the pill poppers
i’m the great grandson of a black sharecropper
i got stripper getting coke on their way to the strip club
$1’s, $5’s, $10’s, $20’s.. add that sh-t up
my heart been cold… since 1983
drop salt on my name, but you can’t hurt me
[hook] [2x]
dope house jumping.. the trap stay slapping
my products is pumping.. the spot boom bapping
we sleep but we woke, n-gga no napping
careful on them metro’s detectives be tapping
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