Lirik Lagu Dummy Man - Krayzie Bone
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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 dieWhen you reach into your pocket and can't even findNot even enough to go purchase a dime (sack of weed)But FUCK THAT!I got "come up" in my bloodCause it's the "1st of the Month" (nigga what!)The perfect time to come upThe only problem is: I'm broke and ain't got no dopeBut as I was standin' in my bathroom mirror....I looked at the soapShit...soap look a little like dope (you scandalous nigga!)Then, I chopped-chopped up me some counterfeit amphetaminesBut 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 bagWrap that bread around some soapNow I got the breadcrumb-dum-dum dopeIt might sound funny, but it ain't no joke...cause doin this shit could get a nigga smoked, maynBut FUCK IT! Young nigga gotta get them ducketsHit the medicine cabinet for the final touches...Orajel for the numbnessThen I hit the corner with a handful of breadcrumbs...nigga got the dum-dum for yaAnd the pump on approach if you say it ain't dope,only dealin cause I hate to be soberPeep, "creep on ah come up", I wait for a fiend to roll upAnd walk to the car with my hand on my pistol,he showed me the green, said"Holdup...gotta get my stash"Nigga need a 20...but I got that fadedLovin 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 lovelyBut 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 moreCause a nigga ran into yours truly: poor, and a nigga scoredLord 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 properOnly spent three dollars and forty-four cents,nigga full, now I gotta get bentNigga still got sixteen dollars and fifty-six cents...HELL YEAH!These dum-dums got a nigga off the hook..they got booked, took, shookLook: 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 seeDown 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})
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 dieWhen you reach into your pocket and can't even findNot even enough to go purchase a dime (sack of weed)But FUCK THAT!I got "come up" in my bloodCause it's the "1st of the Month" (nigga what!)The perfect time to come upThe only problem is: I'm broke and ain't got no dopeBut as I was standin' in my bathroom mirror....I looked at the soapShit...soap look a little like dope (you scandalous nigga!)Then, I chopped-chopped up me some counterfeit amphetaminesBut 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 bagWrap that bread around some soapNow I got the breadcrumb-dum-dum dopeIt might sound funny, but it ain't no joke...cause doin this shit could get a nigga smoked, maynBut FUCK IT! Young nigga gotta get them ducketsHit the medicine cabinet for the final touches...Orajel for the numbnessThen I hit the corner with a handful of breadcrumbs...nigga got the dum-dum for yaAnd the pump on approach if you say it ain't dope,only dealin cause I hate to be soberPeep, "creep on ah come up", I wait for a fiend to roll upAnd walk to the car with my hand on my pistol,he showed me the green, said"Holdup...gotta get my stash"Nigga need a 20...but I got that fadedLovin 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 lovelyBut 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 moreCause a nigga ran into yours truly: poor, and a nigga scoredLord 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 properOnly spent three dollars and forty-four cents,nigga full, now I gotta get bentNigga still got sixteen dollars and fifty-six cents...HELL YEAH!These dum-dums got a nigga off the hook..they got booked, took, shookLook: 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 seeDown 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})
