Dope Boys - Bonus Track

Street, Fid-d-d-damn!

PSA,

nigga I'm so fly

Walk through and get searched by the

TSA

This is me esse, I look Mexican

Gucci, green and red stripe

Boosie, somebody "Wipe Me Down"

I shit loosely, hope y'all got a diaper 'round

Cause I, pull up to night clubs, shit beamin

Like Phillip lightbulbs,

and they schemin

As they should be, it's all good B

My money talks I don't think they understood me

Yeah, you niggas don't speak guap-anese

Stoppin me, is like tryin to stop a sneeze

Gesundheit!

I won't, the goons might

Get it poppin off like when a balloon's tight

Diamonds like sunshine, moonlight

Oh, you forgot who in the room right?

The Street Fam's in the building tonight

Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life

You ain't even gotta bring your paper out

We the dope boys of the year, drinks are on the house

(We in the house) Street Fam's in the building tonight

Look at me chillin, I'm killin this ice

You ain't even gotta bring your paper out

We the dope boys of the year, drinks are on the house

(We in the house... we in the house...)

Look, I'm so sorry; if you don't like

What the boss say, you ain't got to stay Joe Torre

Call me big shot baby I'm so Hoary

Diamonds dancin, gettin they Omari-on

I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold

I hope you bitches dress warm

It's like 30 degrees on my left arm

Below zero with the

SF charm

Gestapo get the doors on the car pulled

I sips some spades, take a few cigar pulls

Bosses do V.I.P. never bar stools

Get money blow through it like nostrils

Smell me? That's creed cologne

Accompanied by good weed and 'Trone

A pretty young thing that knows how to fuck me

Her sneaky-ass homegirl also wanna fuck me

(And I'll fuck her too)