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点击复制Dope Boys (Explicit) - The Game
Written by：L. Edwards
Yeah can't stop can't stop yeah
What's up what's up
What's up what's 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 b**ches 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 sh*t when I'm in the zone
And I'm sick of blow jobs b**ch leave me alone
And tell Dr Dre to pick up a phone
Before I climb through his window like ni**a I'm home
Runnin' the rock like OJ ni**a it's a throwback
F**k a Aston Martin show me where the stove at
Get a jar some baking soda ni**a hold that
The world is my grandma's kitchen time to cook crack
The d**e boys in the building
What's up the d**e boys
What's up the d**e boys
What's up the d**e boys in the building
Yeah what's up the d**e boys
What's up the d**e boys
What's up the d**e boys in the building
Yeah what's up the d**e boys
What's up the d**e boys
What's up the d**e boys in the building
What's up the d**e boys
What's up the d**e boys
Yeah the d**e boys in the building
You couldn't smell that crack
Comin' out that motherf**king porsche truck
I stop traffic with them rims that I'm sittin' on
Them ain't high beams b**ch my wrist is on
The same sh*t 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 f**ked I practice safe sex
And I take you boy curtis b**ch 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 d**e boys in the building
What's up the d**e boys
What's up the d**e boys
What's up the d**e boys in the building
Yeah what's up the d**e boys
What's up the d**e boys
What's up the d**e boys in the building
New york what's up
The d**e boys
La what's up
The d**e boys
Chi-town what's up
The d**e boys in the building
Detroit what's up
Atl what's up
The d**e boys
Mia what's up
The d**e boys in the building
Yeah what's up
So roll that coke white carpet to the hood
It's the d**e 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 ni**a ask you why you tell 'em
The d**e boys in the building
What's up the d**e boys
What's up the d**e boys
What's up the d**e boys in the building
Yeah what's up the d**e boys
I'm back the d**e boys
I'm back the d**e boys in the building
Yeah what's up the d**e boys
Ni**a what's up the d**e boys
Motherf**ker what's up
The d**e boys in the building
Tell 'em I'm back the d**e boys
Cause I'm back the d**e boys
It's a wrap the d**e boys in the building
The d**e boys
The d**e boys
The d**e boys in the building
The d**e boys
The d**e boys
Yeah what's up what's up
Hahaha yeah the king is back