[intro]
Man, i ain't tryna sell no more dope
[verse 1]
I started off with a 16 at thirteen
Pushing crack on the g block, i gotta eat
Little cuddy out there with me too
His pops a fiend so we both on the same page
A stack and green on a track that always stays hot
The nights is cold but i ain't going home till all my dope soul
Here i am on the dope track, it's like a slave ship
Niggas all chained together, slanging on the same shit
When the gestapo hit, fools swallow your dope and hit a fence, i get your dome split
Square's a rope around my neck cause i can feel it
Tighten that night, losing my mind by the minute
Tighten, we fight, shooting foulies in your village
When we ignite, you all die, no witness
Dope fiends walk around the turf like zombies
Smokin' ass linda, man, she used to be a dime piece
Now she sell her pussy for a dime piece
Kids at home, hungry as fuck, with no food to eat, no water, heat alike
Cause mama out sucking the pipe
Tryna run from the demons inside
89 was the number, another summer, it's on
All the hustlers posted up with them stones
Bush was in office, everybody had that cooked up yay
Brought to us by the cia
From my hood to south central la
Playing "dope man" n.w.a
With a donkey rope, i'm tryna get paid
Working double goose with fur on the collar, plus them cool j troops
I finally get my mama loose for bills
But she flush all my dope down the toilet bowl still
Smokers hit the base and say the feeling's unreal
Smokers hit the base and say the feeling's unreal
Smokers hit the base and say the feeling's unreal
[chorus]
The war on drugs, it is a joke
Everybody running from they self so they shoot or they smoke
The war on drugs, it is a hoax
But i ain't tryna sell no dope in year two triple o
The war on drugs, it is a hoax
Everybody running from themselves, so they snort or they poke
I say the war on drugs, it is a joke
But i ain't tryna sell no dope in year two triple o
[verse 2]
It's the 90s now, 89 is obsolete
And everybody and they mama tryna cop em a key
They say that coke is it, you either do a deal did
Crackheads hit the blow and don't sleep for weeks
From the doctors to the lawyers, even politicians
Can't stop the feelings of addiction
Little ghetto boys catch big dope cases
They rather push candy, fuck minimum wages
Fuck high school, you want hoes, bows, and daisies
And all the fiends won't get sensation, can't stop pacing
Back on the slave ship, oops, i mean the dope track
Me and little cuddy finally workin' with our own sack
Money flowing in like the nile, keep my family close
Cause soldiers die when kingpins get crowned
Business was booming, everything was fine
Taking penitentiary chances in this life for crime
All the soldiers getting paid, from california to maine
Out in texas, chi-town, and everywhere between
Mr. president is getting disturbed
Cause his crack academics done reach the suburbs
Now young white girls and boys
Do dope for fun ,and fuck around and get their life destroyed
So he passed faulty laws, take niggas homes and cars
These was the days that it was hell to ball
All the hustlas that i used to know went straight into penn
Or either died in the turf, whoa
I swear to god that these times was hard
Still, money comin' in, that's when jacking became an art
The drought of 92 made me sick to my stomach
So now i'm holding choppers, tellin' muthafuckas "run it"
Niggas robbing banks just to strip for they loot
Now tell me what the fuck am i supposed to do?
[chorus]
The war on drugs, it is a joke
Everybody running from they self so they shoot or they smoke
The war on drugs, it is a hoax
But i ain't tryna sell no dope in year two triple o
The war on drugs, it is a hoax
Everybody running from themselves, so they snort or they poke
I say the war on drugs, it is a joke
But i ain't tryna sell no dope in year two triple o
[verse 3]
When i look at the news, i know the world gon end
As we stand in the face of 2000
Uncle sam sent machines to mars, corporations built a penitentiary bar
Some babies wanna be drug lords
Cracks and slack, the slave ship sunk
Little cuddy got nabbed out of state with four drums of meth
Had a mandatory minimum stretch
He got 130 years, there's no need to stress
Here i am in a cyber age
Often think about the crew and the life and the reign in the game
It was fun while it lasted, but today
We in the pterodome, caught up in a panic
In pelican bay, leavenworth, and beaumont
Raybrook, ti, el reno and lompoc
These are the places that they locking us up
Cause even now young soldiers wanna ball like trump
[interlude]
And i'm just tryna tell em, i ain't tryna sell those oakland triple o's. like they say, gang mosa
[chorus]
The war on drugs, it is a joke
Everybody running from they self so they shoot or they smoke
The war on drugs, it is a hoax
But i ain't tryna sell no dope in year two triple o
The war on drugs, it is a hoax
Everybody running from themselves, so they snort or they poke
I say the war on drugs, it is a joke
But i ain't tryna sell no dope in year two triple o