Hangin’ With da Dopeboys – Dangeruss – letras

While Peter Piper was pickin’ peppersI was sellin’ yola at the corner storeI started out with 35 gramsStill got about half a O’ to goMy dope block in my fort talkin’Crack dancin’ – it’s moonwalkin’In the alley, servin’ buddiesChickenheads bark-barkin’Junkies at my doorThey know the secret knockIt go one time for the reeferTwo times for the rockBaking soda my best friendMy fork is my fiancéMy crackpot sing and danceI call that bitch BeyoncéGet a ounce fo $850 but the superclean cost a stack tho’If your money right and you see the lightKnock two times at the back do’Cause my pants sagged and my ass showin’Jeans fresh out the cleanerWhat you need some beansSome weed or a couple grams a’ that tinaMy first gift was a toy stoveMy first word was PyrexUsed to weight it on the digit, time it on the TimexMy whip game so sick mane, I swear boy no jokin’Sometimes I videotape it and play it back in slow motion’Cause I’mHangin’ with the dopeboysHangin’ with the dopeboysMy motherfuckin’ wrist go H. A. MHangin’ with the dopeboysHangin’ with the dopeboysLook at my wrist, goddamnHangin’ with the dopeboysMy plug is a MexicanHe don’t speak no inglaySo I gotta translator tellin’ me what he sayAll we do is win, DjFed surveillance in my house, they got that shit on replayI’m too real up in this bitch, I don’t think you wanna touch meAll the fuck niggas hate meAll the bad bitches love meI ain’t come to walk it out, I ain’t come to dougieBitch I’m the shitI belong in a Huggie®My hog tied, My wrist soakedI just whipped up six O’sMy base get paranoidWalkin’ ’round on they tiptoesCrackers watchin’ – investigationYour dope float, levitationAll we do is count moneyEvery day is a celebrationSee my whole life I been a street niggaBetter bring heat with ya if I beef with yaMy homeboy hike the cokeAnd I pitch that bitch like a flea flickerDangeruss, you could call me Danja’I keep that pistol on me like I’m Walker Texas RangerCause I’mHangin’ with the dopeboysHangin’ with the dopeboysMy motherfuckin’ wrist go H. A. MHangin’ with the dopeboysHangin’ with the dopeboysLook at my wrist, goddamnHangin’ with the dopeboysMy dick stand ’bout ten inchesFeelin’ like a black manI done seen so many bricks I’m feelin’ like I’m Shaq manTattoo-crazy, shout-out to my tatt’ manI eat these motherfuckin’ rappers, feelin’ like I’m PacmanThey wonder how I do it, I think they want the recipeI told ’em cocaine, baking soda, cinnamon and sesameDangeruss got hard white, Dangeruss got purp tooAnd I got 1, 000 pills, them motherfuckers Smurf-blueMy sneakers ran me $200My jeans ran me ’bout another oneBad bitch in my backseatWith her hair done chewin’ bubblegumBitch, daamnHangin’ with the dopeboysHangin’ with them dopeboysThose Spring Breaker bitchesVanessa, Ashley, Selena, RachelBffs forever