Dope Man Karaoke - N.W.A.

This title is a cover of Dope Man as made famous by N.W.A.

Formats included:


The CDG format (also called CD+G or MP3+G) is suitable for most karaoke machines. It includes an MP3 file and synchronized lyrics (Karaoke Version only sells digital files (MP3+G) and you will NOT receive a CD).

This universal format works with almost any device (Windows, Mac, iPhone, iPad, Android, Connected TVs...)

This format is suitable for KaraFun Player, a free karaoke software. It allows you to turn on or off the backing vocals, lead vocals, and change the pitch or tempo.

Your purchase allows you to download your video in all of these formats as often as you like.


With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Tempo: variable (around 88 BPM)

In the same key as the original: G

Duration: 06:19 - Preview at: 02:53


Release date: 1987
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, In English
Original songwriters: Dr Dre, Ice Cube, Norman Bruce Napier, Ralph 'Pee Wee' Middlebrooks, Junie Morrison, Louis Marshall Jones, Gregory Allen Webster, Leroy Bonner, Andrew Noland, Marvin R Pierce

All files available for download are reproduced tracks, they're not the original music.

Lyrics Dope Man

It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dopeman please can I have another hit
The dopeman said
Clucka I don't give a shit if your girl's kneeled down and suck my dick
It all happened and the guy tried to choke her
Nigga didn't care
She ain't nothin' but a smoker
That's the way it goes
That's the name of the game
Young brothers gettin' over by slangin' 'caine
Gold around his neck in fourteen K heaven
Bitches clockin' on his dick twenty-four seven
Plus he's makin' money
Keep the base heads waitin'
Rollin' six four with the fresh ass Daytons
Livin' in Compton
California CA
His uzi up your ass if he don't get paid
Nigga beggin' for credit
He's knockin' out teeth
Clockin' much dollars on the first and fifteenth
Big wad of money
Nothin' less than a twenty
Yo you want a five-O
The dopeman's got plenty
To be a dopeman boy you must qualify
Don't get high off your own supply
From a key to a G it's all about money
Ten piece for ten base
Pipe comes free
And people out there are not hip to the fact
If you see somebody gettin' money for crack he's the
Dopeman, dopeman
Hey man give me a hit
Dopeman, dopeman
Yo man fuck that shit
Dopeman, dopeman
We just can't quit
Dopeman, dopeman
Well suck this bitch
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Who the fuck are you talkin' to
Do you know who the fuck I am
Man I can't believe this shit
This bitch is tryin' to gank me
Yo I'll slap you 'side your head with nine inches of limp dick
You need a nigga with money so you get a dopeman
Juice that fool for as much as you can
She likes his car and he get with her
Got a black eye 'cos the dopeman hit her
Let that slide and you pay it no mind
Find that he's slappin' you all the time
But that's okay 'cos he's so rich and you ain't nothin' but a dopeman's bitch
Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut
Poppin' that trash might get you fucked up
Well sit and cry if the dopeman strike you
He don't give a fuck
He got two just like you
There's another girl in the dopeman's life
Not quite a bitch but far from a wife
She's called the strawberry and everybody know
Strawberry, Strawberry is the neighborhood ho
Do anything for a hit or two
Give that bitch a rock she'll fuck the whole damn crew
It might be your wife and it might make you sick
Come home and see her mouth on the dopeman's dick
Just look and you'll see her
But don't fuck around or she'll give you gonorrhea
And people out there are not hip to the fact that Strawberry is a girl sellin' pussy for crack to the
Dopeman, dopeman
Hey man give me a hit
Dopeman, dopeman
Yo man fuck that shit
Dopeman, dopeman
In your face
If you smoke 'caine you a stupid motherfucker
Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucker
Doin' that crack with all the money you got
On your hands and knees searchin' for a piece of rock
Jonesin' for a hit and you're lookin' for more
Done stole a Alpine out of Eazy's Six-Four
You need your ass whooped 'cos it's out of this earth
Can't get a ten piece need a dollar fifty worth
Knucklehead nigga
Yeah you turned into a crook
But swear up and down boy that you ain't hooked
You beat your friend up and you whooped his ass long 'cos he hit the pipe 'till the rock was all gone
You're robbin' and stealin'
Buggin' and illin' while the dope man's dealin'
What is killin' your pain
This shit's insane
Yo E she's a berry
Let's run a train
Man I wouldn't touch that bitch
Me neither
Ho go home and wash out your beaver
And niggas out there messin' up people's health
Yo what the fuck you gotta say for yourself
Well I'm the dopeman
Yeah boy I wear Corduroy
Money up to here but unemployed
You keep smokin' that rock and my pocket's gettin' bigger
Yo got that five-O
Double up nigga
Yeah high rollin'
Big money I'm foldin'
Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin'
Strung strawberry jockin' me so early
Ho you want a hit you gotta get your knees dirty
Now that's my life
That's how it's cut
Hey dopeman
Bitch shut the fuck up
Gotta make a run
It's a big money deal
Gankers got the fake but you can get the real from the
Dopeman, dopeman
Yeah that's me
Dopeman, dopeman
Yo can I get a G
Dopeman, dopeman
Clock as much as he can
Fuck this shit, who am I
The dopeman
Yo mister dopeman you think you're slick
You sold crack to my sister and now she's sick
But if she happens to die because of your drug
I'm puttin' in your culo a thirty-eight slug

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