The Game - Dope Boys lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah...Gangsta Gangsta WHATS UP WHATS UP 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 Kwame on your forehead Yeah, it's the new king of everything and b**hes 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 Paris Hilton Cologne Maybe it's how I write sh** when I'm in the zone and I'm sick of blow jobs, b**h leave me alone And tell Dr. Dre to pick up a phone before I climb through his window like "n***a I'm Home" Runnin' the rock like OJ, n***a it's a throwback f** a Aston Martin, show me where the stone fat Get a jar, some baking soda, n***a hold that the world is my grandma's kitchen, time to cook crack [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] You couldn't smell that crack comin' out that motherf**ing Porsche truck I stop traffic with the rims that I'm sittin' on Them ain't high beams, b**h my wrist is on The same sh** that Ludacris is on Disturbing the peace if my stash missing stones Yeah, count that work like a paycheck n***as couldn't play The Game in a tapedeck A boss never touch work if it ain't taped yet That's how you get f**ed, I practice safe s** and I take ya boy Curtis b**h with my tongue lick lick lick like Shawna and have her sprung Show her my Anaconda and have her sprung and put it all in her stomach and just UHH!!! [Chorus] 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 New York, what's up? LA, what's up? The Dope Boys, 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? [Verse 3] 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 n***as die Only birds and Nextels chirp in the sky And we ride for the letters on our fitted cap n***as hit the stash, get a strap, and go get it back! That's for the gangstas, the hustlers, 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 the gla**es high and when a n***a ask you why, you tell 'em.. [Chorus] 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. n***a what's up? The Dope Boys Motherf**er 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!