Dope Boys Lyrics

Yeah, can't stop, can't stop, yeah What’s up? What’s up? What’s up? What’s 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 What's up? The dope boys
What's up? The dope boys in the building Yeah, what's up? The dope boys What's up? The dope boys
What's up? The dope boys in the building Yeah, what's up? The dope boys What's up? The dope boys
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 What's up? The dope boys What's up? The dope boys
What's up? The dope boys in the building Yeah, what's up? The dope boys What's up? The dope boys
What's up? The dope boys in the building (New York, what's up?) The dope boys (LA, what's up?) The dope boys (Chi-Town, what’s 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 What's up? The dope boys
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