The Game - Dope Boys lyrics

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 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 Paris Hilton 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 stone fat
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 the 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 tapedeck
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 Anaconda and have her sprung
And put it all in her stomach and just UHH!

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?

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 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 glasses high
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!