A few words of inspiration
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This song is dedicated to hustlers standing on the curb
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Smokin herb, movin weight from the inner city to the suburbs
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Paranoid of jail, pocket full of YAYO, just waitin on another sale
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Sip your beer wipe your tears encourage your peers its gonna be alright
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Everything is gonna be alright sell your dope make your money every night
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Them brothers around the corner they wanna start a fight
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SELL YOUR DOPE keep on hustlin until your moneys right
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You and your girl argue every night sell
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your dope especially when your pockets tight
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You cant find a job becuz your skin ain't white
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sell your dope brother you know this world ain't right
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Hey whattup lil inchworm
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I hope this letter make you feel just a lil bit better
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Got your t-shirt picked your khakis creased
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so you can be g'd up when you get released
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Me and my homeboys put together some Chippers
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to buy some beer and a couple of strippers
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You can use my car till you find another
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cant wait till you get home but later on
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that money you get from your GR check
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should be enough to put you back on deck
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now I know you on parole but don't be scared
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this time we be prepared
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fuck the feds don't say shit to your broad
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Keep your dope stashed in your neighbors yard
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When they kick in the door with they steel toed boot
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Won't find nothin but a lawsuit, baby baby
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Everything is gonna be aright SELL YOUR DOPE
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Make your money every night
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Them brothers around the corner they wanna start a fight
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SELL YOUR DOPE keep on hustlin until your moneys right
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You and your girl argue every night
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Sell your dope especially when your pockets tight
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You cant find a job becuz your skin ain't white
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Sell your dope brother you know this world ain't right
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Your baby momma she might trip
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cuz you hangin with a Crip tryin to clock your grip
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She can't help a black man out
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but when bills come around she's got her hand out
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The baby needs pampers and Similac..
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Plus you need rims for your Cadillac
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Ignore your girl when she starts trippin
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keep them kilos flippin Dayton's dipin
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We can expand by a little land
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hand the dope game down to the next man
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Buy a little business clean the money
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look at the cops funny yeah hey hey
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Frontin in your caddy or a beat up Taurus
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got the baby gangsters sellin shit for us
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we can dance underwater and not get wet
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Sell crack on the internet but not yet
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Everything is gonna be aright SELL YOUR DOPE
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Make your money every night
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Them brothers around the corner they wanna start a fight
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SELL YOUR DOPE keep on hustlin until your moneys right
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You and your girl argue every night
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Sell your dope especially when your pockets tight
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You cant find a job becuz your skin ain't white
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Sell your dope brother you know this world ain't right
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1,2,3,4 breakdown
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[singing and talking]
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Early in the morning when I get outta bed
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I chop up some quarter pieces and get ready for my cluck heads
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I sell it all day baby I sell it all night long
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Till the 15th comes around and everybody is all gone
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I go out and buy some activator turn my fro into a jheri curl
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Put the Daytona's on my lac and then I go scoop up my little girl
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Baby don't try to change me if I go to the pen
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Cuz when the white man lets me go I'm gonan do the same old thing again
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Everything is gonna be aright SELL YOUR DOPE
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Make your money every night
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Them brothers around the corner they wanna start a fight
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SELL YOUR DOPE keep on hustlin until your moneys right
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You and your girl argue every night
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Sell your dope especially when your pockets tight
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You cant find a job cuz your skin ain't white
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Sell your dope brother you know this world ain't right
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Sell Your Dope
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Afroman |