Oh you mean one at the end of the song? [Pain:] Yeah, everybody is already done their rap that's the whole Dope House family [Cee:] What you mean everybody
you mean we're at the end of the song? [Pain:] Yeah, everybody is already done their rap that's the whole Dope House family [Cee:] What you mean everybody
Bobby Steels got a cabin in Crystal Lake Industries bug out Hit Madison Square house, roll the red rug out I'm loyal to the Clan, dedicated to the South South
at me) [Eminem] Yo, you might see me joggin, you might see me walkin You might see me walkin a dead rottweiler dog with it's head chopped off in the park
boys, let 'em jump out I'll get the Uzi, Dope-E ya get the bomb out And let's blast in the dark 36 crooked cops just died in South Park. [Chorus] [Dope
(feat. South Park Clique) (If you don't like the way I rap Talk shit) (If you don't like the way I rap Talk shit Nigga) (If you don't like the way
Pittsburgh to tha Clovers Down South they lean, the East be never sober Elected by the voters, ride just like a lotus I'll buy the house, never get an
them worldwide hoods Where moms and grandmoms raise you good Gave u everything they could You still dont understood Them down south peeps That make sure there was somthing ta eat That house
My third wife, ain't even born yet I'm Dope House Records, band outta Texas Real niggaz eatin MC's for breakfast Relentless, when they hand me tha steal Get your family
d rather be locked up for tryin than sittin in my crib with no food watchin mama cryin I'm always gonna do my part Straight outta South Park where the
at me Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me walkin' You might see me walkin' a dead rottweiler dog With it's head chopped off in the park with
off the boat with an impressive approach, To writing rhymes like pressing your throat, The unquestionable dopeness, and oh yes, It's the one and only, in the house
shots at me) Yo, you might see me joggin, you might see me walkin You might see me walkin a dead rottweiler dog with it's head chopped off in the park
my family wit groceries Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks To add to the wall full of plaques Hangin up in the office in back of my house
whats up young Q Hueff I heard my brother just singed up a new cheff, Lucky Lu the Screwston Freestyler ya'll just wishing that the Dope House would
burglarers and murderers If a fiend wants a front take his furniture We a team, that's how it should of been Whether shooting hoops or selling dope at Will & Glen Public housing
