B Gotta Buy Your Dope From Us Lyrics

Gotta Buy Your Dope From Us Lyrics

Featuring C-Bo, Little Bruce]  

 Little Bruce:  

 I got Now and Later, bubble gum and sour candies  

 With a trunk load of cookies like Amos and Andy  

 Got the bud from Hershey and Mr. M&M  

 And me and Willy Wonka is old school friends  

 It's the american dream  

 On the triple beam  

 Little Bruce got the bomb ass cookies and cream  

 And I'm servin' more kids than Chuck E. Cheese  

 And a german chocolate cake'll cost you 16 G's  

 B-Legit:  

 It's the big time billa  

 Sucka side killa  

 Real about the fetti  

 No Ben baby??  

 Got a truck load baby for the hillside ride  

 Bombbay all the way from the Bay we slide  

 Through your hood  

 Gettin' off our goods  

 Fiendin' for a knot  

 We put it in the box  

 We got a brand new batch  

 And we put in the smash  

 Better get it 'cuz we sellin' out fast  

 Chorus:  

 You gotta buy dope from us  

 You gotta buy dope from us  

 You gotta buy dope from us  

 If you wanna ball please  

 If you wanna stack cheese  

 You gotta buy dope from us  

 B-Legit:  

 I got variety packs  

 Hits so fat  

 And that's platinum status  

 I'ma let you have it  

 It's on for a little bit or nathin' at all  

 I'm going wholesale  

 I needs mail from all  

 C-Bo:  

 Suitcase full of G's  

 400SC  

 It's the candy man with all the cream  

 I put the candy on the triple beam  

 The ziplock baggies  

 Distributin' to the nation to have your whole crew cavied  

 Now fools want to blast me because I'm ballin'  

 'Cuz got more cream than 31 flavors at Baskin Robbins  

 Slangin' thangs for 16 9 for half  

 Got ya flyin' to the Westside to double up your cash  

 Little Bruce:  

 I'm playin' chase with the FEDS  

 And got the DA's pissed  

 They raided my spot  

 Shot both my Pits'  

 While I was in Atlanta smokin Swisher Sweets loungin'  

 Countin' hundred thousand in the Lexus clowin'  

 Chorus  

 You gotta buy dope from us  

 You gotta buy dope from us  

 You gotta buy dope from us  

 If you wanna ball please  

 If you wanna stack cheese  

 You gotta buy dope from us  

 Answering Machine:  

 What's happening?  

 You reached Sik Wid It slash Jive.  

 Leave your name and number at tone.  

 I'll get writ back at you.  

 Playa, we at the All-Star game in San Antonio.  

 You and Bruce meet us here and don't to forget to bring it.  

 Little Bruce:  

 I hit the All-Star game with a thang my back pack  

 And on no train we rollin' nice ass Cadillacs  

 The north star system on 100 spoke Daytons  

 I smokes big with Reider and Gary Payton  

 Behind the back door where ballers be livin'  

 Transactions on nation-wide television  

 C-Bo:  

 I'm down to make cheese  

 Slangin' straight cream  

 In the land of milk and honey  

 On a mission about the money  

 Breakin' down in quarters  

 Saran wrappin' acorss the border  

 In my 500 Ben behind the '96 Explorer  

 B-Legit:  

 I pull the keys out my pocket  

 And I started to G  

 Bo-Loc back seat strapped down with heat  

 Track after track  

 Unit after unit  

 Runnin' straight through it  

 It ain't nothin' to it  

 It's kind of like me sprung out on doves  

 And when you buy dope you better but it from us  

 Chorus:  

 You gotta buy dope from us  

 You gotta buy dope from us  

 You gotta buy dope from us  

 If you wanna ball please  

 If you wanna stack cheese  

 You gotta buy dope from us