Tom: G minor•
Verse 1
Dm
Gm
Gotta lotta dope
Verse 2
F
Gm
Ba- ba- da- bope
Yeah
Ba- ba- da- bope
I said we gotta lotta dope,
we gotta lotta coke
We got weed, that's a lotta smoke
Yeah, that's that loud I hope
we gotta lotta dope
Ba- ba- da- bope
I said we gotta lotta dope,
yea we gotta lotta coke
Eb
We got weed, there's a lotta smoke
Yea, that's that lotta dope
Dm
I said we gotta lotta dope
Ba- ba- da- bope
Verse 3
Dm
Gm
Okay we gotta lotta dope
We got the hotter hoes
F
I said we done shot a lot of folk
We be in and out of court
Eb
And I done seen so many cowards croak
It's like watching flowers grow
Dm
I mean, please, don't you cowards know?
We will leave your bloody body
on your mama's porch
Gm
Lord, born in the projects
Papa was a rolling stone,
selling rock crack
F
Yeah, I grew up in my day
Making juugs on a phone with no contacts
Eb
I'm drinking Activas only
know Hi- Tech
Hold on, think I'm getting too high tech
getting a contact
Now she needs some dope dick,
and she know who to contact
Verse 4
Ba- ba- da- bope
Yeah
Ba- ba- da- bope
F
I said we gotta lotta dope,
we gotta lotta coke
Eb
We got weed, that's a lotta smoke
Yeah, that's that loud I hope
Dm
We gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta dope
Verse 5
Gm
Yo Tunes, pass the steel, or bash the steel
My passion real, I'm fashion ill
Massingil, mass appeal
My past is real before I had the deal,
Eb
you dig?
Pies and cakes, out of state
Lies is fake, God don't make mistakes
Dm
Got the girl pussy smelling
like Codeine Syrup
Got the bands on me like a football field,
I deserve a threesome for my birthday
If she pretty it's Magic
City on the first date
yeah I'm 'posed to boast
Goodie Mo the quote,
not many coming close
Eb
Trying to smoke what I never
smoked before
Dream what I never dreamed before
Dm
Woke up and my Rolls sky high
I ride by, I drive by then hop out
Verse 6
Ba- ba- da- bope
Gm
Yeah
Ba- ba- da- bope
F
I said we gotta lotta dope,
F
Eb
We got weed, that's a lot of smoke
Yeah, that's that loud I hope
We gotta lotta dope,
Ba- ba- da- bope
Verse 7
Dm
Big dreams, big rings, big chains
Switch lanes, sip lean
Sixteen, seventeen, Medellin
Gm
Favorite color money green
A triple beam, a hundred Ps of sour Ds
A bunch of Ds, she can come suck on
these, no suckas please
See I look like my daddy though
I get high, I get the munchies eating edible
Bitch you never know
Oyster Perpetual
Trapped at the Texaco like I'm OJ
Trying to put it in her mouth like Colgate
Ben Franklin,
that's my muthafuckin soul mate
Yea I need a mop,
Eb
I got a new flo' today
I'm sippin' syrup like a got a
fuckin' cold today
I'm throwing tres up like
Golden State
Old school the same color
Verse 8
Ba- ba- da- bope
(Got a lot, got a lot)
Yeah
Ba- ba- da- bope
I said we gotta lotta dope
(Got a lot,
got a lot) We gotta lotta coke
We got weed, that's a lotta
smoke
Yeah, that's that loud I hope
We gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta dope
Ba- ba- da- bope
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