Big Pokey Dope Game 2000 Lyrics

Dope Game 2000 Lyrics

f/ Godfather, Mike D







[Big Pokey]



My whole crew's just like dope, I stay with it



Let the Blaze split it, hit the block and get paid with it



We ship and distribute it, from state to state



Light Peruvian weight, compressed in the tailgate



Soon as I touch the track, the track get raped



Cause fire bitch, everybody's got the same tapes



As I escalate, to the top of the ladder



Hit the sweet it's been heat, that'll shine on your bladder



It's the dope game, verbal cocaine



Making mics rain, like a bucket of propane



Rap game John Wayne, I said it befo'



Mouth piece ice cold, bout a twenty below



For niggaz that don't know, I'm on top of my shit



Plots and road blocks, ain't stopping the pit



Dope Game two thee, got me living legit



Taking haters off of the mix, uh uh







[Hook - 4x]



Dope Game two thee







[Godfather]



Here it go with Big Po-Yo, losing game that's a no-no



FED's got raw footage, watching us in slow-mo



Jealous be the logo, for all the streets wit promos



Posters and snippets, like bricks we flip it



Car from Yellowstone, on a cellular telephone



A politician, bout life decisions



Go hard like hammers, vision wearing baggies



Playing the game down in Texas, like the Aggies



Intent to deliver, like a snake when I slither



Put a broad taking my shit, and then give her



Shader your liver, counting bricks throw you in the river



Basement Hardest Pit, or spin a verse with Tigger



So how you figga, Chevis ain't on the rise



More got enterprise, with more than a thousand pies



Dope Game two G, we at the Source Awards



Platinum placks on the walls, making the billboard







[Hook - 4x]







[Mike D]



Watch out cause niggaz fold, when I bleed the mic



Drag your ass out your shoes, if you ain't laced your Nike's



You niggaz is boochie types, may-hap's and flip-flops



My team rock ice, and roll Bentley hard tops



Mo' cream than thirty one flavas, Calione the mayor



With Godfather and Po-Yo, original Southside playas



Respect the stamp, cause we mob like steam rollers



Laf. Tex hit your cut, with henchmens and flash rollers



We beam holders, playing this 2000 dope game



Malicious and vicious, ejecting CC's to your fame



We switching lanes, with spiders on the flo'



Bitch this Mike D, signing off on you hoes







[Hook - 6x]