Doperide

Comin down like a hatchet,
rollin with the masses,
throwin my matches atop of a gasoline package.

Throwin rhymes like ratchets,
playas with passion
comin disastrous bashin.

Runnin round
with the wrong crowd
acting like you all down,
bout it, bout it, but you bow down.

What’s up with you,
what’s up with you,
what’s up with me,
you’re the one that I see through.

Chorus:
Right, left!
Take a ride in the doperide, yeah.
Right, left!
Take a ride.

Getting paid in the last days.
Rage of the teenage.
Comin out strong and hard and on the front page.

Haven’t I stated,
never been faded.
If you’re steppin up, for sure you’re getting wasted.

Hangin out base in time you’re wasted,
hear you talkin local scene,
I’m talkin nation.

Everything I will be,
everything I should be,
everything you’ll never be,
everything you can’t but wanna be.

[Chorus]

No apologies like I’m born-again.
No authorities gonna fumble my legs.

Rollin with the masses throwin my matches,
atop of a gasoline package. [4x]

[Chorus]

No apologies like I’m born-again.
No authorities gonna fumble my legs. [3x]