Dope - King Lil G, Nipsey Hussle

Bitch, I’m dope, way too dope

I’m talking 'bout a motherfucker had to sell dope

I had to chase dreams, I was in the ghetto

With a tattoo artist and a few extendos

I had to make moves, it was confidential

Bring the drama to your ass like we banging Death Row

My bros both started in the west side

With an alpine bumping all the bass lines

I snuck out my house way before the bed time

With the goons in the G ride on the test drive

Guns in the stash, who the fuck wanna trip?

I fuck with your hoes, but don’t fuck with my clique

Murder your style, we smoke loud in this bitch

Gang unit pulled me over when they seen us in the whip

Gang unit pulled us over when they seen us in the whip

I didn’t want to do it but I had to sell dope

Momma tried but there ain’t no thing like homie love

I keep on getting faded

Momma tried but there ain’t no thing like homie love

That’s how we do it in LA

I got a forty on my waist, MAC in the safe

Thirty in the clip like back in the day

Grind till we shine, stacking the safe

Act like a bitch, you get slapped in your face

Money man bleed the block till its said and done

Fuck his word, don’t do business till his credit run

Said he’s trying to get some birds out, who’s selling some?

Am I fucking with it?

No, I never know

Always hopping on the plane to get the cheddar hun

Drinking all this A-town, lean I got a belly, huh?

That’s my nigga Jay Rock, he can tell you how

I’ll be in the back of that back just watching belly, huh?

With my feet up, drunk on like a litre

Hello, nice to meet you, you should be my señorita

Mamma mia, how we wet to seat up?

All you heard, that mean pussy getting beat up

I didn’t want to do it but I had to sell dope

Momma tried but there any no thing like homie love

I keep on getting faded

Momma tried but there any no thing like homie love

That’s how we do in LA