- The Game Dope Boys 歌詞
- The Game
- the game - dope boys(feat. travis barker)
verse 1
yeah....comin fresh out that pyrex pot,
black air force 2s and the white sox.. .
fitted on my forehead, try me, go head.
ill bring out the polka dots, put guame on your forehead.
yeah, its the new king of everything,
and bitches dont say no to me, im like a wedding ring.
maybe its how i pour that patron,
maybe its how i smell a pair of silver cologne.
maybe its how i write shit when im in the zone,
and im 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 im home'.
runnin the rock like oj, nigga its 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 grandmas kitchen, time to cook crack.
chorus
the dope boys in the building.
whats up? the dope boys. whats up? the dope boys.
whats up? the dope boys in the building.
yeah, whats up? the dope boys. whats up? the dope boys.
whats up? the dope boys in the building.
yeah, whats up? the dope boys. whats up? the dope boys.
whats up? the dope boys in the building.
whats up? the dope boys. whats up? the dope boys.
yeah? the dope boys in the building.
verse 2
you couldnt smell that crack comin out that motherfucking porsche truck.
i stop traffic with the rims that im sittin on.
them aint 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 couldnt play the game in a tapedeck.
a boss never touch work if it aint taped yet.
thats 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 uhh !!!
chorus
whats up? the dope boys in the building.
yeah, whats up? the dope boys. whats up? the dope boys .
whats up? the dope boys in the building.
yeah, whats up? the dope boys. whats up? the dope boys.
whats up? the dope boys in the building.
new york, whats up? la, whats up? the dope boys, the dope boys.
chi-town whats up? the dope boys in the building.
detroit, whats up? atl, whats up? the dope boys .
mia whats up? the dope boys in the building.
yeah, whats up?
verse 3
so roll that coke white carpet to the hood.
its the dope boys reunion, the dress codes strictly,
white tee, air force 1s and some dickies.
im 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!
thatsfor the gangstas, the hustlas, the ballas,
from downtown la to uptown harlem.
and d-boy money aint rain and its stormin.
so stop the music when the champagne pouring.
and hold the glasses high,
and when a nigga ask you why, you tell em...
chorus
the dope boys in the building.
whats up? the dope boys. whats up? the dope boys.
whats up? the dope boys in the building.
yeah, whats up? the dope boys. im back! the dope boys.
im back! the dope boys in the building.
yeah, whats up? the dope boys. nigga whats up? the dope boys.
motherfucker whats up? the dope boys in the building.
tell em im back! the dope boys. cause im back! the dope boys.
its 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, whats up? whats up?
hahaha, yeah,
the king is back !
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