Dope Boys - Game (instrumental)

Confessions

[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 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

[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 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!!!

[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 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..

[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. 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!