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

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, 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

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