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OBIE TRICE lyrics : "Dope Jobs Homeless"

%#@!ted on, ran from it (I did it all)

I sold dope, watch fiends crave for rock

Watch 'em watching me put the stash in my sock (Hey! Yo! Yo!)
Walkie-talk to ^!$$%s from the corner when the Feds 'bout to enter
Pumped up blocks some of the winter

Kerosene heaters by feet, takin tops off just so a ^!$$% can eat lunchmeat
Four days no Z's, from the first to the third
End of the month to excited to get sleep, I bagged up 2's

Aggravated by picky mother$#&@ers who don't know which rock to choose (Picky
man)
Took outta town trips, two seconds in a son of a (*##$

NARCs run in talking %#@! (who dis?)
I know about dope, lost my man Lou to the !@%!e
Pumping over there off of DeSoto

Any ^!$$% who don't know about this
I hit ya with the Iron Mike quote "That's Ludicrous"
%#@!tin in the tub, pissing in the tub, Hepititis B inflicted in a thug

I know about that %#@! right there
Hey yo, I know about that %#@! right there


Hey yo, Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it all
Y'all ^!$$%s can't tell me %#@!
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all

Who the $#&@ goin' to tell me %#@!?
Dope, Jobs, Homeless...


I don't had jobs black
Boss man yelling at the top of his lungs about a $#&@in Fat Burger!
We damn near fired, restaurant manager who can't manage %#@!

Stressed out retired, I'm talking about blacks
You work all week for Boo, and one day your man Boo just collapse
Bricks, houses, cars

A (*##$ who drops her drawls for a !@$@ who can really floss
Five twenty five can make your mouth leak and on top of that %#@!
You get a check every week

You work a week in the hole, with thirty mother$#&@ers on pay roll
You work when they want you to
Equal opportunity? ^!$$% right, suburban community check stubs always hella

tight
My %#@! looking like this
I got a (*##$ a baby and I need a place to piss

Pissed off at check time cuz I was skipped
That's when obie trice start @@#!in' back his %#@! ($#&@ this)


Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Y'all ^!$$%s can't tell me %#@!
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all

Who the $#&@ gonna tell me %#@!

I done been homeless, no place to sleep

Moms don't wanna hear it no place to eat
Pass out on my mans couch just for a week
Till he get fed up and kick a ^!$$% to the street (Get the $#&@ outta here,

dogg!)
Black out from cold, freezin' my toes
Snow $#&@in over my boots, my Tims froze

Face turnin blue, cars ridin by with the little children
on the inside pointin at you (mommy look at that man)
$#&@ed over folks, and they don't wanna see ya

Baby momma gotta new ^!$$% with a Visa
Sleepin in cars, abandoned %#@!
While the rats eat the wires you be prayin and %#@! (Please, Lord, please!)

Close to pneumonia
Wishin for heat, like damn if only I came up in California
Plottin on a (?), like stickin your mans

Damn, you know he got at least a grand in his pants
Face lookin old, despite the fact your only 20 years old
Stuck in the cold

Snot drippin profusely
Taking the alley route so my ex-cutie wouldn't notice me


Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Who the $#&@ goin' to tell me %#@!
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it all

Y'all ^!$$%s can't tell me %#@!
Hey yo, Dope, Jobs, Homeless, I did it all
Who the $#&@ gonna tell me %#@!?
Dope, Jobs, Homeless, did it all
Mother$#&@er, I don't did it all


Yeah! %#@! is real out there, yeah

Nap Entertainment, 2000


$#&@ ^!$$%

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