Dopeman Songtext / Lyric

Hey mister Dopeman you're a star

I like your gold chain and your fancy car. 2x



I said "Dopeman Dopeman" that's who I am

I don't sell crack I sell coke bitch I'm a star



You can wrap me in saran make sure that I'm fresh

put a stamp on your product right there on my chest.

My transporter KRS-ONE let's chop it up

cause this product killer nigga get you a tux.



I got crack baby rap fans after the drug

the more they buy "Cha-Ching" the bigger my check stub.

Call me Mr. Pusherman it's dope in your ears

more money I can cut it get DJ Premiere.



You can fly me overseas and the dogs won't smell

London and Paris (Oooow) "You Got Mail"!

I'm the American Gangster I carry the weight

and when the feds watching homie I put more on the plate. (Let's Go!)






[HOOK}

Hey mister Dopeman you're a star

I like your gold chain and your fancy car. 4x



It's like every hood waiting for my music to buy

and when I'm done ears ringing like "Package Arrived!

Women strung out they copping 2 for 5

they get a half a metaphor and a piece of a punchline!



Now I'm off to Canada I'm high in demand

my passport not working "Try it again"!

I got drug dealers waiting like 5 in a van

they unloading my shit getting high from they hands.



The raw uncut Eddie Delirious

the underground reckognize, In Red We Trust.

Even your neighborhood saying "Red your tough"

little kids idolize it when I pull up!



You can call a hotline Reggie ready for work

1-800-FuckWitANigga; this New Jerz!

I'll take your credit, debit or AmX card

to cop the gold chain nigga and fancy car!



[HOOK}

Hey mister Dopeman you're a star

I like your gold chain and your fancy car. 6x