Dope game

Check one, check two, lets take a cruise I done did the game every which way but loose Nothing left to do except collect my cash And I bet that ass that the Mex gon' last Put the past on paper, threw away my pager Cuz these boys keep callin from locs to cookie baker Mama saved em from the hate, now I'm hard with the pain I'm in the place in your face tryin to sell you a tape I break records in Texas creepin in Caddies and Benzes And a pretender if he step up to the bullet bartender I bet I check and wreck a sucker riding bumper to bumper I might dump the whole clip and miss and hit your uncle I ain't trippin, flippin, sippin on purple Lipton Diggin women in the drop lemon, g livin I was driven to my last nerve, hittin curbs Puttin twenties on a grass hurst End of verse