vlc-record-2021-03-30-04h18m27s-dope in details-

Full Song, boom bap, jazz rap, male vocals

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[Intro]
[punchy boom bap drums, jazzy alto saxophone riffs, melodic electric bass]
Yo, wacko, maco, wacko

[Verse 1]
[rapid-fire male vocals]
Oh fuck, I smack a hoe for some tobacco
Yo, yo, I be one sock on, other's fucking gone
Yo, I'm fucking dawn, yo, I'm gettin' sperm on my lane
Down yo, but I'm just a slug slayer
Be slayin' the beat, yo, I'm afraid of the tweak
'Cause it's too fucking good, just way too high
And if I could, I would, I could fly
My wings are broken, huh, huh, uh
Yo, things I'm smokin', no for an object
Just boring topics, yeah, hard as crystal
Listen to the sound of the start of a pistol
Tin foil, been loyal, then spoiled
People [unintelligible] toy with, yo, he got me triggered
Motherfuckers pray I have to kill a nigga
Do [unintelligible] I'm tryin' to be tellin'
Rap at the same time with no fuckin' offense
No tobacco, it's me, fuckin' wacko, maco, wacko
The saxo-fatho, yo, packin' it into the whole pipe
The whole bed, everything in the ice, fuckin' night
Yo, when I be layin' down, when I'm fuckin' yo
Fuckin' playin' sounds, somethin' my iPhone, I'm rappin'
Yo, lazy, I should be nappin', they play me on that radio
Never ever, yo, a crazy hoe, she got that lever
And pulled it like my dick, and I troll it
What's the situation gonna be? Control my pipe when I roll it
Yeah, roll my pipe, don't control my life
Uh, uh, yo, my eyes, yo, my ice is lit
What's the wise thing to do when I bring a few?
For me, lungs for your crew to behold
Hehe, yo, I got a folder, packin' there
Yo, it's been so good, I couldn't even get traded for a crackin'
Yo, then I practice doin' backflips, uh
When I come with tobacco, I'm wacko
Bitches gettin' smacked, oh

[Chorus]
[saxophone solo, drums continue]
Saxo-fatho, one sock on, other's fuckin' gone
Saxo-fatho, one sock on, everybody gone

[Verse 2]
[vocals continue with grit]
Ha, ha, this, when I ain't got no fuckin' dough
You know this, I be high up this
That is very fuckin' rap with no tobacco
And all these people, yeah, they gettin' back though
Gettin' smacked so I can't get my tobacco in my motherfuckin' mix
Or a spliff or somethin', yo, my tummy is grumblin'
For that cigarette after a meal, yeah, the faster I deal
Okay, but I got a piece of plaster to seal my shit, my mail
Feelin' like slow goin' like a snail
Follow my trail, every day, every pale or frail
In the wacko-fatho, yeah, ooh

[Bridge]
[record scratch, saxophone stabs]
Yo, yo, I said it gets really wacko, yeah
Ain't got that motherfuckin' tobacco for me to get out
Oh yeah, I'm up to that where the pipe's at
Oh yeah, I think that it might fat

[Outro]
[vocals fading]
Yo, no, what the bastard's like, it blinds me
No, man, but I'm findin' things to be vibin' about
Yo, you fuckin' findin' out soon enough
When I do the puff on, motherfucker, yo, I'm makin' the tuck song
Uh, no tobacco, it's gettin' so wacko
Pack that whole fuckin' fat-o saxo
Yeah, it was least a teener, I think it was meaner
I sink into the deepest part of the ocean
When I cause a commotion, no bowl and no lotion
And I'm trollin' my potion, a magic spell
You know that tattle-tale are comin' to get me
Spun with the Whitney Houston, okay, I'm just abusin'
All the things I'm usin' to do, man, shit, yo, I need another choose
I choose, another choice, wack, wack, wack
No tobacco packed in my motherfuckin' yeah, spliff
What the fuck the situation gonna be when I slip?
Catch me slippin', oh, I be stretchin' the [unintelligible] to do this
Who flew it? D to the P, you know it
When I see me on the streets, yeah, burnin' like coal
Chew like a woodchipper, spirit rocks gold
'Cause that's the bottom line, 'cause motherfucker, guess who said so?
DJ Dopepipe, don't judge, rock tight
Comin' from Japan, you know where I am
[saxophone solo to fade]

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[Intro] [punchy boom bap drums, jazzy alto saxophone riffs, melodic electric bass] Yo, wacko, maco, wacko [Verse 1] [rapid-fire male vocals] Oh fuck, I smack a hoe for some tobacco Yo, yo, I be one sock on, other's fucking gone Yo, I'm fucking dawn, yo, I'm gettin' sperm on my lane Down yo, but I'm just a slug slayer Be slayin' the beat, yo, I'm afraid of the tweak 'Cause it's too fucking good, just way too high And if I could, I would, I could fly My wings are broken, huh, huh, uh Yo, things I'm smokin', no for an object Just boring topics, yeah, hard as crystal Listen to the sound of the start of a pistol Tin foil, been loyal, then spoiled People [unintelligible] toy with, yo, he got me triggered Motherfuckers pray I have to kill a nigga Do [unintelligible] I'm tryin' to be tellin' Rap at the same time with no fuckin' offense No tobacco, it's me, fuckin' wacko, maco, wacko The saxo-fatho, yo, packin' it into the whole pipe The whole bed, everything in the ice, fuckin' night Yo, when I be layin' down, when I'm fuckin' yo Fuckin' playin' sounds, somethin' my iPhone, I'm rappin' Yo, lazy, I should be nappin', they play me on that radio Never ever, yo, a crazy hoe, she got that lever And pulled it like my dick, and I troll it What's the situation gonna be? Control my pipe when I roll it Yeah, roll my pipe, don't control my life Uh, uh, yo, my eyes, yo, my ice is lit What's the wise thing to do when I bring a few? For me, lungs for your crew to behold Hehe, yo, I got a folder, packin' there Yo, it's been so good, I couldn't even get traded for a crackin' Yo, then I practice doin' backflips, uh When I come with tobacco, I'm wacko Bitches gettin' smacked, oh [Chorus] [saxophone solo, drums continue] Saxo-fatho, one sock on, other's fuckin' gone Saxo-fatho, one sock on, everybody gone [Verse 2] [vocals continue with grit] Ha, ha, this, when I ain't got no fuckin' dough You know this, I be high up this That is very fuckin' rap with no tobacco And all these people, yeah, they gettin' back though Gettin' smacked so I can't get my tobacco in my motherfuckin' mix Or a spliff or somethin', yo, my tummy is grumblin' For that cigarette after a meal, yeah, the faster I deal Okay, but I got a piece of plaster to seal my shit, my mail Feelin' like slow goin' like a snail Follow my trail, every day, every pale or frail In the wacko-fatho, yeah, ooh [Bridge] [record scratch, saxophone stabs] Yo, yo, I said it gets really wacko, yeah Ain't got that motherfuckin' tobacco for me to get out Oh yeah, I'm up to that where the pipe's at Oh yeah, I think that it might fat [Outro] [vocals fading] Yo, no, what the bastard's like, it blinds me No, man, but I'm findin' things to be vibin' about Yo, you fuckin' findin' out soon enough When I do the puff on, motherfucker, yo, I'm makin' the tuck song Uh, no tobacco, it's gettin' so wacko Pack that whole fuckin' fat-o saxo Yeah, it was least a teener, I think it was meaner I sink into the deepest part of the ocean When I cause a commotion, no bowl and no lotion And I'm trollin' my potion, a magic spell You know that tattle-tale are comin' to get me Spun with the Whitney Houston, okay, I'm just abusin' All the things I'm usin' to do, man, shit, yo, I need another choose I choose, another choice, wack, wack, wack No tobacco packed in my motherfuckin' yeah, spliff What the fuck the situation gonna be when I slip? Catch me slippin', oh, I be stretchin' the [unintelligible] to do this Who flew it? D to the P, you know it When I see me on the streets, yeah, burnin' like coal Chew like a woodchipper, spirit rocks gold 'Cause that's the bottom line, 'cause motherfucker, guess who said so? DJ Dopepipe, don't judge, rock tight Comin' from Japan, you know where I am [saxophone solo to fade]

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