| Song | Dope Mann |
| Artist | Master P |
| Album | Ghetto Bill |
| 作词 : Miller, Twillie | |
| Don't try this at home if you ain't no real hustler | |
| I'm like Betty Crocker in the kitchen | |
| The Ice Cream Man back, you lil' boys been fuckin the game up | |
| But just watch and listen and you might get paid | |
| [Chorus: repeat 2X] | |
| Dope man, dope man - yeah that's me | |
| I can flip a half an ounce to a quarter ki' | |
| Dope man, dope man - yeah that's me | |
| I used to slang in the hood now I'm on TV | |
| [Master P] | |
| The first lesson in the cookin of dope | |
| You need water, bakin soda, P-12 and a stove | |
| Take a mayonnaise jar, put it in the pot | |
| Pour some cold water on it before the glass pop | |
| You see some liquid yeah don't po' that out | |
| Because that's the type of shit gon' get you a car or a house | |
| I mean, shake it up 'til the shit turn white | |
| And don't sell to no snitches cause that's 20 to life | |
| You can't trust nobody, not even your boo | |
| You got one pistol? Man get you three or two | |
| You can find us on the corner, man sellin that cream | |
| And we don't fuck with no weed 'less it's purple or green | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Master P] | |
| I done made a lil' money and it's time to invest | |
| I bought some chrome spinnin shoes man the size of Shaq | |
| The Caddy needed paint so I dipped it in candy | |
| Put some ice on my wrists like I'm goin to the Grammy | |
| I'm a country boy so let the truth be told | |
| The last couple of these I brought a couple of gold | |
| I went to the club, got a couple of hoes | |
| Call me Ghetto Bill, I'm tryin to flip me a roll | |
| Handle that rock like I'm goin to the pros | |
| I got boys that'll tag ya toe | |
| Send money to the pen my homies doin the {?} | |
| I got it for 16-5 if you lookin for coke | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Master P] | |
| I heard a couple of homies snitchin, they didn't want to go to jail | |
| Now you done changed my life, seen my boy get killed | |
| No mo' standin on the block with them nickels and dimes | |
| Ready to take it to the streets with these gangster rhymes | |
| I told Drumma, man mix me a beat | |
| We in the club shorty feelin the freaks | |
| I'm in the hood or I'm on TV | |
| You can't mention the South 'less you mention me | |
| Cause I'm the nigga put the Ice Cream in the dope game | |
| I'm the nigga put the UNNNNGH in the rap game | |
| I'm the first motherfucker to say "hot boy" | |
| And I could never fall off, cause I'll go back to slangin rocks boy | |
| I taught the world how to do dat dere | |
| So stop hatin man, I mean you right there | |
| I'm like, bad grass I ain't goin nowhere | |
| It's the New No Limit shorty this is our year | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuò cí : Miller, Twillie | |
| Don' t try this at home if you ain' t no real hustler | |
| I' m like Betty Crocker in the kitchen | |
| The Ice Cream Man back, you lil' boys been fuckin the game up | |
| But just watch and listen and you might get paid | |
| Chorus: repeat 2X | |
| Dope man, dope man yeah that' s me | |
| I can flip a half an ounce to a quarter ki' | |
| Dope man, dope man yeah that' s me | |
| I used to slang in the hood now I' m on TV | |
| Master P | |
| The first lesson in the cookin of dope | |
| You need water, bakin soda, P12 and a stove | |
| Take a mayonnaise jar, put it in the pot | |
| Pour some cold water on it before the glass pop | |
| You see some liquid yeah don' t po' that out | |
| Because that' s the type of shit gon' get you a car or a house | |
| I mean, shake it up ' til the shit turn white | |
| And don' t sell to no snitches cause that' s 20 to life | |
| You can' t trust nobody, not even your boo | |
| You got one pistol? Man get you three or two | |
| You can find us on the corner, man sellin that cream | |
| And we don' t fuck with no weed ' less it' s purple or green | |
| Chorus | |
| Master P | |
| I done made a lil' money and it' s time to invest | |
| I bought some chrome spinnin shoes man the size of Shaq | |
| The Caddy needed paint so I dipped it in candy | |
| Put some ice on my wrists like I' m goin to the Grammy | |
| I' m a country boy so let the truth be told | |
| The last couple of these I brought a couple of gold | |
| I went to the club, got a couple of hoes | |
| Call me Ghetto Bill, I' m tryin to flip me a roll | |
| Handle that rock like I' m goin to the pros | |
| I got boys that' ll tag ya toe | |
| Send money to the pen my homies doin the ? | |
| I got it for 165 if you lookin for coke | |
| Chorus | |
| Master P | |
| I heard a couple of homies snitchin, they didn' t want to go to jail | |
| Now you done changed my life, seen my boy get killed | |
| No mo' standin on the block with them nickels and dimes | |
| Ready to take it to the streets with these gangster rhymes | |
| I told Drumma, man mix me a beat | |
| We in the club shorty feelin the freaks | |
| I' m in the hood or I' m on TV | |
| You can' t mention the South ' less you mention me | |
| Cause I' m the nigga put the Ice Cream in the dope game | |
| I' m the nigga put the UNNNNGH in the rap game | |
| I' m the first motherfucker to say " hot boy" | |
| And I could never fall off, cause I' ll go back to slangin rocks boy | |
| I taught the world how to do dat dere | |
| So stop hatin man, I mean you right there | |
| I' m like, bad grass I ain' t goin nowhere | |
| It' s the New No Limit shorty this is our year | |
| Chorus |