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Krayzie Bone Miscellaneous Dummy Man Chorus: They call me the "Dummy Man" (man, man, man) And I'm up early tryina slang my dope (I'm the nigga with the biggest rocks) The fiends...they get awfully mad....(mad, mad, mad) When they go broke on dope and it's really soap (My nigga you ain't never lied) Verse 1: Up in the morning....and I feel like I don't wanna be livin' Better off dead without no bread....have you ever felt that feeling? Unsatisfied, feelin' like you wanna die When you reach into your pocket and can't even find Not even enough to go purchase a dime (sack of weed) But FUCK THAT! I got "come up" in my blood Cause it's the "1st of the Month" (nigga what!) The perfect time to come up The only problem is: I'm broke and ain't got no dope But as I was standin' in my bathroom mirror....I looked at the soap Shit...soap look a little like dope (you scandalous nigga!) Then, I chopped-chopped up me some counterfeit amphetamines But wait a minute..... Wait a minute now...what if they want to taste it? Think quickly for cash: nigga dash to the kitchen, get the bread bag Wrap that bread around some soap Now I got the breadcrumb-dum-dum dope It might sound funny, but it ain't no joke... cause doin this shit could get a nigga smoked, mayn But FUCK IT! Young nigga gotta get them duckets Hit the medicine cabinet for the final touches... Orajel for the numbness Then I hit the corner with a handful of breadcrumbs... nigga got the dum-dum for ya And the pump on approach if you say it ain't dope, only dealin cause I hate to be sober Peep, "creep on ah come up", I wait for a fiend to roll up And walk to the car with my hand on my pistol, he showed me the green, said "Hold up...gotta get my stash" Nigga need a 20...but I got that faded Lovin these yum-yums, glad I made it; I just hope this nigga don't try to taste it! I dropped him the dummy, he said it was lovely But as he pulled off, I pinned that he put the rock up in his mouth (So he gon' come back for his money!) I pinned that he braked...he skid... Put it in reverse and he came back quick... Fiend jumped out and he talkin' all big... This is what happened to this bit.... We beat him and finished him off, and he never came 'round here no more Cause a nigga ran into yours truly: poor, and a nigga scored Lord forgive me but i can't remember (the last time I ate) Now I gots to go get me a plate, or a bit, now I'm proper Only spent three dollars and forty-four cents, nigga full, now I gotta get bent Nigga still got sixteen dollars and fifty-six cents...HELL YEAH! These dum-dums got a nigga off the hook..they got booked, took, shook Look: got dope but it ain't dope, so I guess you can call me a "crooked crook" Hey...do you know somebody like me? I don't think so, cause ain't nobody I see Down for the crime like I'm down for mine, and if I gotta, nigga I cheat (cheat) Chorus (x2) So fuck with me, I got the chops mayn (chops mayn) The biggest rocks up on the block mayn (block mayn) Say fuck with me, I got tha chops mayn (the chopper, choppers) The biggest rocks up on the block mayn (block mayn {echo}) |
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