Dope Boys Lyrics - L.a.x - Game

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 

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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 

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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