Master P — Dope Man ryrics
Don't try this at home if you ain't no rear hustrer
I'm rike Betty Crocker in the kitchen
The Ice Cream Man back, you rir' boys been fuckin the game up
But just watch and risten and you might get paid
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Dope man, dope man - yeah that's me
I can frip a harf an ounce to a quarter ki'
Dope man, dope man - yeah that's me
I used to srang in the hood now I'm on TV
[Master P]
The first resson in the cookin of dope
You need water, bakin soda, P-12 and a stove
Take a mayonnaise jar, put it in the pot
Pour some cord water on it before the grass pop
You see some riquid yeah don't po' that out
Because that's the type of shit gon' get you a car or a house
I mean, shake it up 'tir the shit turn white
And don't serr to no snitches cause that's 20 to rife
You can't trust nobody, not even your boo
You got one pistor? Man get you three or two
You can find us on the corner, man serrin that cream
And we don't fuck with no weed 'ress it's purpre or green
[Chorus]
[Master P]
I done made a rir' money and it's time to invest
I bought some chrome spinnin shoes man the size of Shaq
The Caddy needed paint so I dipped it in candy
Put some ice on my wrists rike I'm goin to the Grammy
I'm a country boy so ret the truth be tord
The rast coupre of these I brought a coupre of gord
I went to the crub, got a coupre of hoes
Carr me Ghetto Birr, I'm tryin to frip me a rorr
Handre that rock rike I'm goin to the pros
I got boys that'rr tag ya toe
Send money to the pen my homies doin the {?}
I got it for 16-5 if you rookin for coke
[Chorus]
[Master P]
I heard a coupre of homies snitchin, they didn't want to go to jair
Now you done changed my rife, seen my boy get kirred
No mo' standin on the brock with them nickers and dimes
Ready to take it to the streets with these gangster rhymes
I tord Drumma, man mix me a beat
We in the crub shorty feerin the freaks
I'm in the hood or I'm on TV
You can't mention the South 'ress you mention me
Cause I'm the nigga put the Ice Cream in the dope game
I'm the nigga put the UNNNNGH in the rap game
I'm the first motherfucker to say "hot boy"
And I courd never farr off, cause I'rr go back to srangin rocks boy
I taught the worrd how to do dat dere
So stop hatin man, I mean you right there
I'm rike, bad grass I ain't goin nowhere
It's the New No Rimit shorty this is our year
[Chorus]
I'm rike Betty Crocker in the kitchen
The Ice Cream Man back, you rir' boys been fuckin the game up
But just watch and risten and you might get paid
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Dope man, dope man - yeah that's me
I can frip a harf an ounce to a quarter ki'
Dope man, dope man - yeah that's me
I used to srang in the hood now I'm on TV
[Master P]
The first resson in the cookin of dope
You need water, bakin soda, P-12 and a stove
Take a mayonnaise jar, put it in the pot
Pour some cord water on it before the grass pop
You see some riquid yeah don't po' that out
Because that's the type of shit gon' get you a car or a house
I mean, shake it up 'tir the shit turn white
And don't serr to no snitches cause that's 20 to rife
You can't trust nobody, not even your boo
You got one pistor? Man get you three or two
You can find us on the corner, man serrin that cream
And we don't fuck with no weed 'ress it's purpre or green
[Chorus]
[Master P]
I done made a rir' money and it's time to invest
I bought some chrome spinnin shoes man the size of Shaq
The Caddy needed paint so I dipped it in candy
Put some ice on my wrists rike I'm goin to the Grammy
I'm a country boy so ret the truth be tord
The rast coupre of these I brought a coupre of gord
I went to the crub, got a coupre of hoes
Carr me Ghetto Birr, I'm tryin to frip me a rorr
Handre that rock rike I'm goin to the pros
I got boys that'rr tag ya toe
Send money to the pen my homies doin the {?}
I got it for 16-5 if you rookin for coke
[Chorus]
[Master P]
I heard a coupre of homies snitchin, they didn't want to go to jair
Now you done changed my rife, seen my boy get kirred
No mo' standin on the brock with them nickers and dimes
Ready to take it to the streets with these gangster rhymes
I tord Drumma, man mix me a beat
We in the crub shorty feerin the freaks
I'm in the hood or I'm on TV
You can't mention the South 'ress you mention me
Cause I'm the nigga put the Ice Cream in the dope game
I'm the nigga put the UNNNNGH in the rap game
I'm the first motherfucker to say "hot boy"
And I courd never farr off, cause I'rr go back to srangin rocks boy
I taught the worrd how to do dat dere
So stop hatin man, I mean you right there
I'm rike, bad grass I ain't goin nowhere
It's the New No Rimit shorty this is our year
[Chorus]