Name: I Live in a Voodoo House by DJ-Pope The Pope of Sound
Duration: 5 min 22 s
Description: Something I have had sitting in a corner for a while and decided to shove it out into the universe. Give me a shout (and a follow) if you like it! Love & Respect. Add this to a playlist, let's get this banger into the clubs :) Thank you!!

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If You Don't Love Hiim

A completely true made up story about this time I had cop issues and my dog bit him in the nuts.
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Drivin in the jeep, speakers go thump thump.
chillin downtown, got the windows low bump bump.
Wavin to a cop, middle finger and a blunt up.
Started stare-in too long, green light and I speed up
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half mile later see lights and a woop woop
Pull to the right, he pullin' in swoop swoop
Come walkin up like he in the main battle group
1st amendment rights got him lookin like a nincompoop
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Motherfucker followed me, all the way home home
I think he was hatin'
I think he was hatin' on the smell of my home-grown
Maybe he just rage-in on the home gym testosterones
Better call backup, bring a swat motorhome
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I got out, he said, I'm sick of your shit
Turn around and spread em, gotta learn when to quit
Then the dogs jumped out, coming straight at the nitwit
he froze too long, they was pissed and he got bit.
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I knew I was right, but I still got arrested
The dogs are ok, they were just over protective
Why this cop so dumb, is it natural selection
I feel kind of molested, need Justice manafested
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Was in county all weekend, hanging with the baddies.
Waitin on a Judge, till I get to plead my worries
Finally get to court, trade some legal type volleys
Then it's my turn to tell the court my stories
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told the whole story and the judge started noddin
he looked at the cop , asked if he was sovereign
Cop told more lies, but they swept in the dustbin
Looked back at me, said any final statement?
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your boy was coming at me, actin all mad mad.
my dog lost his shit and bit him in the gonads.
now he soundin squeeky, actin all sad sad.
fuck around and find out, it gone bad bad.
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your boy was coming at me, actin all mad mad.
my dog lost his shit and bit him in the gonads.
now he soundin squeeky, actin all sad sad.
fuck around and find out, it gone bad bad.
.
Drivin in the jeep, speakers go thump thump.
chillin downtown, got the windows low bump bump.
Wavin to a cop, middle finger and a blunt up.
Started stare-in too long, green light and I speed up
.
Motherfucker followed me, all the way home home
I think he was hate-in on the smell of my home-grown
Maybe he just rage-in on the home gym testosterones
Better call back home........
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Drivin in the jeep, speakers go thump thump.
chillin downtown, got the windows low bump bump.
Wavin to a cop, middle finger and a blunt up.
Started stare-in too long, green light and I speed up
.
your boy was coming at me, actin all mad mad.
my dog lost his shit and bit him in the EXTEND
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your boy was coming at me, actin all mad mad.
my dog lost his shit and bit him in the gonads.
now he soundin squeeky, actin all sad sad.
fuck around and find out, it gone bad bad.

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"Pope mi bredda! You bring di papers?"
"Nitro… I brought tacos… and 3 ounces in my sock."
“HIGH GRADE BROS TO DI WORLD!”

Me and mi bredda bredda pon a mission,
Buy up di weed like we got a prescription,
Him seh, “Let’s bake brownies,” mi seh “Cool,”
But him bake 12 and nyam 10 like a fool.
Now him stuck inna hammock talkin’ to goat,
Mi laugh so hard, mi nearly choke.
He call 911 seh he seeing star sign,
Dem ask him name—him seh “Bob Marley, online.”

We di High Grade Bros, yeah we blaze and laugh,
From Negril sands to the Cali path.
One love, two lighters, three spliffs high,
Up in di clouds where only eagles fly.
High grade mischief, no shame in we game,
Jamaican and Yankee—but we blaze di same!

Drive-through customs with a ganja stash,
Mi seh act cool, him start speakin’ fake patwa fast.
Officer look and seh, “What you sayin’, boss?”
Him seh, “Wah gwan mi bredren, mi just passin’ gas.”
Dem pull we over, mi nearly faint,
Dog start sniff, but it’s curry taint.
Turn out it’s fine, dem just hungry bad,
So we gift dem jerk chicken and they call it a ‘pass’.

We di High Grade Bros, yeah we blaze and laugh,
From airport stress to di backyard bath.
One love, two lighters, three spliffs high,
Higher than drone pon government spy.
No fear, just cheer, inna haze of flame,
Jamaican and Yankee—but we blaze di same!

Split the stash inna flip-flop sole,
Drop a nug inna soup bowl.
Laugh till mi tears overflow,
Him try roll one—burn down him fro!
(Wheel it back, selecta!)

Him seh "Let’s grow some inna backyard scene,"
Plant it right next to mi Granny’s callaloo green.
Now Granny boiling tea from the wrong pot,
Said “Why mi feel irie? This taste hot!”
We apologize, now she blaze every night,
Tell story 'bout Marcus Garvey in flight.
Even mi pastor waan try a draw,
Mi seh “Nah man, yuh stick to Psalms, mi star!”

We di High Grade Bros, nah care bout fame,
From Jamaica beach to Portland Maine.
One love, two lighters, three spliffs high,
Lifted like drone weh nuh need no sky.
Ganja warriors, comedy team,
Laugh ‘til we cry like we livin' a dream.
High Grade Bros, big up di name,
Jamaican and Yankee—but we blaze di same!

American remind me what we were doing again?
Mi nuh know star... but mi know mi munchies dem serious.
High grade forever!

Pope & Nitro, High Grade Bros

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Gen-X misfit. Chief Vibe Officer. Story Teller. Bulldog wrangler. Songwriter. Lover of music. Arguably a lyrical genius making hip-hop magic. Unbothered. Moisturized. Happy. In My Lane. Focused. Flourishing. Bringing the Boom Bap. Show some love and add me to a playlist! Follow me on Bandcamp for the latest releases! https://soundpope.bandcamp.com/

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