Dopeman b*tch lyrics

[Mr. Bigg, toned down voice, Hook X3]
Your friends ain't sh*t
Your sister ain't sh*t
And you ain't nothin' but a dopeman b*tch

[Mr. Bigg in a higher voice, with females, Hook X6]
Your friends ain't sh*t
Your sister ain't sh*t
And you ain't nothin' but a dopeman b*tch

[Verse One]
Some nasty ass b*tch said I had a nasty mouth
Every time I open don't nothin' but nasty sh*t come out
Listen b*tch to this story about
A young n*gga comin' straight from the f*ckin' south
I'm 6'6" slangin' di*k Alabama style
f*ck a b*tch and call her a ho and kick her out the door
b*tches like it when a n*gga talk nasty to 'em
Beat they ass and take they cash
And them project hoes I don't trust 'em
n*ggas fall in love with them but everybody f*ckin' 'em
I'm talkin' national hoes until I die
A b*tch can't respect herself so why the f*ck should I?
Say yes ma'am or call you a lady
Take you out to dinner b*tch you got to be crazy
You got the nerve to say I ain't sh*t?
Cuz I got no respect for a sorry ass lazy ass b*tch
[Hook with Mr. Bigg and females X4]

[Verse Two]
Have you ever met a b*tch in your life that was no good?
Everybody done f*cked her in the neighborhood
They all call her by her nickname
She suck di*k man
And she love the dopeman
Different n*ggas every night different cars in the yard
The stankin' b*tch f*cked all my homeboys
And on check baby b*tch got a lot around the house
n*ggas waitin' to stick they di*k up in the b*tch mouth
All you silly hoes and food stampers
You gettin' your hair fixed you need to be buyin' some pampers
Your babies ain't had shoes in a year
But you're wearin'
Diamonds in your motherf*ckin' ears
b*tch you gets no respect
Since you ??? me to kick your ass clean out the projects
I feel sorry for your babies
They can't help it if they motherf*ckin' nanny just plain lazy
Dirty dishes in the sink cuz they ain't been fed
And they sleepin' in a p*ssy ass bunk bed
Five other kids five different daddies
Little bad motherf*ckers throwin' rocks at my Caddy
I still give 'em change everytime I see 'em
The b*tch don't need 'em cuz the b*tch won't feed 'em
You got the nerve to say I ain't sh*t?
Cuz I got no respect for a sorry ass lazy ass b*tch
[Hook with Mr. Bigg and females X4]

[Verse Three]
Went to the mall what I seen was a f*ckin' shame
I seen some hoes out there stealin' but I ain't gon' call they name
They didn't know it but I seen they ass creepin'
Had a trunk full of sh*t that they done stole out of Gayfer's and Parisian's
The b*tch tried to call me a lie
Tryin' on clothes that you know your ass ain't gon' buy
b*tches like to steal silk (sh*t)
But won't go to the store to steal a can of milk
They wanna blame it on they baby daddy
You can't blame your baby daddy you don't know your f*ckin' baby daddy
I see you in the club thinkin' you the sh*t ho
But for real though you tryin' to turn a trick ho
With the first n*gga with the most gold on
Fat ??? beeper and a celluar phone
Now it's time for you to take all the kill
Forty dollars for the light bill fifty for the phone bill
More kids than the b*tch own already but
pus*y so big motherf*ckers gotta bring a lunch
And a Walkman with extra batteries
n*ggas throwin' a party on that pus*y every Saturday
You got the nerve to say I ain't sh*t?
Cuz I got no respect for a sorry ass lazy ass b*tch
[Hook with Mr. Bigg and females until fade]