Al Doe Nightmare On Dope St Lyrics
Nightmare On Dope St. by Al-Doe
(Intro)
Shh
Get it
The fuck
Shit
(Verse)
Hah! It's 4 a.m. my dog's barkin'
Peeking through the blinds
D.E.A., and they all parking
Hah! Pro'ly got a tip, tryna find that way
I just pray to God they don't climb that gate
Hope the niggas ain't tell on me
Try to get me forclosed and Lord knows
That smell on me
Jumping out the bed
Tripping on my mink rug
I rap part time
I'm the face they see when they think plug
(Church bells, I got work, fo' sure)
(Verse)
Hah! My bitch screaming, got coke flushing
Lot of secrets, that door open, I dunno nothin'
All I know is this, 400 for the lawyer, that'll beat the case
Sweat dripping, keep the lights off, go clear the safe
Hah! Bell ringin', I'm playn dumb
Hard headed, my momma told me this day would come
Hah! Tricked on to the basement
Back yard, (?) garage, all fifty acres, my spaceship
(Church bells, I got work, fo' sure)
Hah! Backing out, 'bout to do 'em dirty
I ain't coping out, and if I lose trial, I ain't doin' 30
Pro'ly come for my men next, raiders tell us, no grams left
My thrill life(?) like Grand Theft
Popping shit is all that I live
Shopping's all that I did
Now them choppers over my crib
Hah! Know them crackers don't fight fair
Pocked out, heard shots fired, then I woke up from a nightmare
(Church bells, I got work, fo' sure)
Shh
Get it
The fuck
Shit
(Verse)
Hah! It's 4 a.m. my dog's barkin'
Peeking through the blinds
D.E.A., and they all parking
Hah! Pro'ly got a tip, tryna find that way
I just pray to God they don't climb that gate
Hope the niggas ain't tell on me
Try to get me forclosed and Lord knows
That smell on me
Jumping out the bed
Tripping on my mink rug
I rap part time
I'm the face they see when they think plug
(Church bells, I got work, fo' sure)
(Verse)
Hah! My bitch screaming, got coke flushing
Lot of secrets, that door open, I dunno nothin'
All I know is this, 400 for the lawyer, that'll beat the case
Sweat dripping, keep the lights off, go clear the safe
Hah! Bell ringin', I'm playn dumb
Hard headed, my momma told me this day would come
Hah! Tricked on to the basement
Back yard, (?) garage, all fifty acres, my spaceship
(Church bells, I got work, fo' sure)
Hah! Backing out, 'bout to do 'em dirty
I ain't coping out, and if I lose trial, I ain't doin' 30
Pro'ly come for my men next, raiders tell us, no grams left
My thrill life(?) like Grand Theft
Popping shit is all that I live
Shopping's all that I did
Now them choppers over my crib
Hah! Know them crackers don't fight fair
Pocked out, heard shots fired, then I woke up from a nightmare
(Church bells, I got work, fo' sure)