Back 2 Da Dope Track

[Verse 1: Player 1]
A place where players, hustlers, junkies form up fuckin' crowd
Shootin' the dice, smokin' the bud, drinkin' the beer, and cursin' loud
Makin' money, gettin' bailed up, pockets are gettin' swelled up
Settin' niggas for the okey-doke, and we gettin' you busters saled up
Got to get my [?] on, got to get my phone on
Got to get my tone on, my, hold on, my phone on
Niggas that's in the hall lookin' like they ready to [?]
Huh, these young niggas keep on turnin' on for cheese
And runnin' straight to the mall
Like to track

[Pre-Chorus: Bun B]
Paid like a motherfucker, clientele growin'
Paid like a motherfucker, clientele growin'
Sellin' crack rock, the devil's love potion
Sellin'-Sellin' crack rock, the devil's love potion

[Chorus: DJ Sound, Player 1, Bun B]
Back to the dope track, back to the dope track
Police, go away, I'm goin' back to the dope track
Back to the dope track, back to the dope track
Let's get more crack and goin' right back to the dope track
A boulder on your pipe, and you can have a megablast
Niggas fuck with other nigga shit, but they don't fuck with mine

[Verse 2: Player 1]
Now a car is ridin' up, I do not know who it is, so
I'm holdin' my gat, ready to attack
That's nothin' for a junkie if it was 'bout get served
Cuttin' off all of his lights, he parks inside the curb
[?]
We ball to the car like the marathon relay race
Twenty hands fulla rocks, all up in that trick space
He took a piece, put in his mouth to see if this shit worth takin'
Short exchange, we doin' dollars, it was only fourty-eight on the dope track

[Pre-Chorus: Bun B]
Sellin' crack rock, the devil's love potion
Sellin' crack rock, the devil's love potion

[Chorus: DJ Sound, Player 1, Bun B]
Back to the dope track, back to the dope track
Police, go away, I'm goin' back to the dope track
Niggas fuck with other nigga shit, but they don't fuck with mine
Niggas fuck with other nigga shit, but they don't fuck with mine

[Verse 3: Bloody Bones]
I'm always locin' and scopin' when I come on the dope scene
Watchin' for the folks while I'm servin' up a dope beans
Four niggas deep in a Mazda, headin' for the washer
Scopin' out the track like they down with them robbers
I'm takin' care of business, so I come to this decision
Put a clip in my nine, go out on a mission
[?] in the dark
Them niggas from they car, they walk down to the park
By the swims, plannin' for the sting
I fired them two shots to let 'em know a nigga dead on the scene

[Chorus: DJ Sound, Player 1, Bun B]
Back to the dope track, back to the dope track
Police, go away, I'm goin' back to the dope track
Back to the dope track, back to the dope track
Let's get more crack and goin' right back to the dope track
Back to the dope track, back to the dope track
Let's get more crack and goin' right back to the dope track
A boulder on your pipe, and you can have a megablast
A boulder on your pipe, and you can have a megablast

[Verse 4]
[?] is on a micro', bustin' freestyle
And the story of my life is like little child conin' wild
On the streets, I'm a player, a hustler
The money to be made, I'm savin' like a motherfucker
More money, yeah, I like how that sounded
Let's play in a jack, and cut a key, and make some thousand
That's a lot, but what I got?
I won't just rest until the thought of my mind becomes a cash pot

[Pre-Chorus: Bun B]
Sellin' crack rock, the devil's love potion
Sellin' crack rock, the devil's love potion

[Chorus: DJ Sound, Player 1]
Back to the dope track, back to the dope track
Go to the studio to drop some more dope track
Back to the dope track, back to the dope track
Go to the studio to drop some more dope track

[Outro: Bun B]
Sellin'-Sellin' crack rock, the devil's love potion
Sellin' crack rock, the devil's love potion
Paid like a motherfucker, clientele growin'
Paid like a motherfucker, clientele growin'
Sellin' crack rock, the devil's love potion
Sellin' crack rock, the devil's love potion
Paid like a motherfucker, clientele growin'
Paid like a motherfucker, clientele growin'