Cheeze Dope

[Chorus: ?]
Cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese

[Verse 1: Lil Irving]
Eight o'clock in the morning, waking up, tryna make a sale
Keep my shit lost so the police won't try to take the tale
It's hood-dwelling, bud-selling nigga from the black haven side
Kickin' it back with my niggas, Squeek and Zirk and [?]
And they ask me where the fuck I've been
The Glock is pressin' this luck again
Cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho to put in the buck again
[?] smoke this quarter ounce, nigga, it goes swish and sweeps
Gotta be on the level whenever a nigga hit the streets
Half the shit that's goin' on, a nigga can't be a rude fool
All on my dick, waitin' for somebody take it through the school
But fuck that bullshit [?], just like a box of bullets
Wait for a nigga to fuck up, and the trigger, I'ma pull it
I'm only just for one thing and I hope I don't have to gun swing
But if I do, the paramedics gonna have to come bring
A body bag and pick up this body fag and go
'Cause all the nigga need is cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho

[Chorus: ?]
Cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese

[Verse 2: Dj Zirk]
Don't fuck with this, just tip and lay back like a mac
With the brace, with the strut, with two bitches on my back
Down with this shit 'cause this click is just too thick
I'm stacking up some tricks that these bustas just can't fuck with
Ridin' in my Chevy thing, niggas straight ballin', mane
Smokin', swishin', sweep, hit the tail with these bitches, mane
Hands on my Glock as I poppin' these bustas
'Cause Trick, I neva loved ya, and Nig, I neva trust ya
But still, you just don't hear me though
Robbin' in the 9' fo
Niggas grip yo gat, click-click-click, rat-tat-tat-tat (Tat)
Orange Mound bound fool, blow a niggas ass up
Dumpin' 'em in my trunk, smelled the fuck, then I bailed out
Kickin' down yo' door with the pump to yo' ho
These bitches just don't know that we robbin' in the [?]
So drop off that shit, I'm failing to get rich
I'm down about my pimpin' 'cause life is just a bitch

[Chorus: ?]
Cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese

[Verse 3: Buckshotz]
Standin' on the track, watchin' my back, counting my stacks
Cuttin' corners, lookin' for bangs that have a taste for this crack
Now I know this dope has got 'em, I'll stay strapped with a gat
The dope brings the cheese, and the cheese bring the hood rats
It also brings some jealous ass bustas with their [?]
But I don't give a fuck because I got that ammo cannon
I'm just another editor who says, "Fuck the competitor"
I could rip up, cut up, self-destruct, like the predator
But [?] ball hard from the Memphis slums
Dropping bombs on these fools in this country Vietnam
There ain't a street that I can't swerve on
A spot that I can't serve on
One of these niggas don't like it, then I'll have to get my murder on
Then roll on, stroll on, motherfuckers hold on
Let me kill [?] this junkie for his cheese, I'm playin' cold [pump?]
Just not makin' enough money to re-up and get more dope
These bitches are playing broke, so motherfuck a ho

[Chorus: ?]
Cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese

[Verse 4: Al Kapone]
Some niggas be lookin' for the Cheerio', I'm looking for the cheese
Fuck that petty change, bitch, drop me off some cheese
Got to have some M in my dome
Call my niggas, got to make a motherfucker stain
Coke and wine, bricks, and sticks
And straight out of South Memphis, mane
Down with Orange Mound, puss, dollar, and the creepin' home
It's a fuckin' thunder
Driveby stash and stuff, they shot my phone
Fuck 'round a nigga, I'm catchin' a honkey-tonk at the club
Funky drop, talkin' 'bout "Yee-haw"
Droppin' off yo' ass, punk
I'm the black Robin Hood robbin' the rich for the real thing
Got a couple of Gs and a couple of seconds
Stoppin', I'm a coke dealer by chain
Lookin' for the thug, mane, got to get an ounce
So me and my dawgs can celebrate
Got cheese, dope, and hoes on the way
In '94, all my nigga [?] know the fuckin' scope
Dumpin' out the trash, cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho

[Chorus: ?]
Cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese-cheese, dope, and a motherfuckin' ho
Cheese