Dope Boys

Yeah, can't stop, can't stop, yeah
 Whats up? Whats up?
 Whats up? Whats up?
 Yeah
 Yeah, comin' fresh out that Pyrex pot
 Black Air Force 2's and the White Sox
 Fitted on my forehead, try me, go head
 I'll bring out the polka dots, put Guame on your forehead
 Yeah, it's the new king of everything
 And bitches don't say no to me, I'm like a wedding ring
 Maybe it's how I pour that Patron
 Maybe it's how I smell a pair of Silver Cologne
 Maybe it's how I write shit when I'm in the zone
 And I'm sick of blow jobs, bitch, leave me alone
 And tell Dr. Dre to pick up a phone
 Before I climb through his window like Nigga, I'm Home
 Runnin' the rock like OJ, nigga it's a throwback
 Fuck a Aston Martin, show me where the stove at
 Get a jar, some baking soda, nigga hold that
 The world is my grandma's kitchen, time to cook crack
 The dope boys in the building
 What's up? The dope boys
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 Yeah, what's up? The dope boys
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 What's up? The dope boys in the building
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 What's up? The dope boys in the building
 What's up? The dope boys
 What's up? The dope boys
 Yeah, the dope boys in the building
 You couldn't smell that crack
 Comin' out that motherfucking Porsche truck
 I stop traffic with them rims that I'm sittin' on
 Them ain't high beams, bitch, my wrist is on
 The same shit that Ludacris is on
 Disturbing the peace if my stash missing stones
 Yeah, count that work like a paycheck
 Niggas couldn't play The Game in a tape-deck
 A boss never touch work if it ain't taped yet
 That's how you get fucked, I practice safe sex
 And I take ya boy Curtis bitch, with my tongue
 Lick, lick, lick like Shawna and have her sprung
 Show her my inner-condom and have her sprung
 And put it all in her stomach and just, uh
 What's up? The dope boys in the building
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 What's up? The dope boys in the building
 Yeah, what's up? The dope boys
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 (New York, what's up?)
 The dope boys
 (LA, what's up?)
 The dope boys
 (Chi-Town, whats up?)
 The dope boys in the building
 Detroit, What's up?
 (ATL, what's up?)
 The dope boys
 (MIA, what's up?)
 The dope boys in the building
 Yeah, what's up?
 So roll that coke, white carpet to the hood
 It's the dope boys reunion, the dress code's strictly
 White tee, Air Force 1's and some Dickies
 I'm from the city where the skinny niggas die
 Only birds and Nextels chirp in the sky
 And we ride for the letters on our fitted cap
 Niggas, hit the stash, get a strap, and go get it back
 That's for the gangstas, the hustlas, the ballas
 From Downtown LA to Uptown Harlem
 And D-Boy money ain't rain and it's stormin'
 So stop the music when the Champagne pouring
 And hold them glasses high, yeah
 And when a nigga ask you, why? You tell 'em
 The dope boys in the building
 What's up? The dope boys
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 What's up? The dope boys in the building
 Yeah, what's up? The dope boys
 I'm back, The dope boys
 I'm back, the dope boys in the building
 Yeah, what's up? The dope boys
 Nigga, what's up? The dope boys
 Motherfucker, what's up?
 The dope boys in the building
 Tell 'em I'm back, the dope boys
 Cause I'm back, the dope boys
 It's a wrap, The dope boys in the building
 The dope boys
 The dope boys
 The dope boys in the building
 The dope boys
 The dope boys
 Yeah, what's up? What's up?
 Hahaha, yeah, the king is back