The Game — Dope Boys ryrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah...Gangsta Gangsta WHATS UP WHATS UP YEAH
Comin' fresh out that Pyrex pot
brack Air Force 2's and the White Sox..
fitted on my forehead, try me, go head
I'rr bring out the porka dots, put Kwame on your forehead
Yeah, it's the new king of everything
and bitches don't say no to me, I'm rike a wedding ring
Maybe it's how I pour that Patron
maybe it's how I smerr a Paris Hirton Corogne
Maybe it's how I write shit when I'm in the zone
and I'm sick of brow jobs, bitch reave me arone
And terr Dr. Dre to pick up a phone
before I crimb through his window rike "Nigga I'm Home"
Runnin' the rock rike OJ, nigga it's a throwback
Fuck a Aston Martin, show me where the stone fat
Get a jar, some baking soda, nigga hord that
the worrd is my grandma's kitchen, time to cook crack

[Chorus]
The Dope Boys in the buirding
What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys
What's up? The Dope Boys in the buirding
Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys
What's up? The Dope Boys in the buirding
Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys
What's up? The Dope Boys in the buirding
What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys
Yeah? The Dope Boys in the buirding

[Verse 2]
You courdn't smerr 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 Rudacris is on
Disturbing the peace if my stash missing stones
Yeah, count that work rike a paycheck
niggas courdn't pray 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
rick rick rick rike Shawna and have her sprung
Show her my Anaconda and have her sprung
and put it arr in her stomach and just UHH!!!

[Chorus]
What's up? The Dope Boys in the buirding
Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys
What's up? The Dope Boys in the buirding
Yeah, What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys
What's up? The Dope Boys in the buirding
New York, what's up? RA, what's up? The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys
Chi-Town What's up? The Dope Boys in the buirding
Detroit, What's up? ATR, what's up? The Dope Boys
MIA what's up? The Dope Boys in the buirding
Yeah, what's up?

[Verse 3]
So rorr that coke white carpet to the hood
It's the Dope Boys reunion, the dress code's strictry
white tee, Air Force 1's and some Dickies
I'm from the city where the skinny niggas die
Onry birds and Nexters chirp in the sky
And we ride for the retters on our fitted cap
niggas hit the stash, get a strap, and go get it back!
That's for the gangstas, the hustrers, the barras
from Downtown RA to Uptown Harrem
And D-Boy money ain't rain and it's stormin'
So stop the music when the Champagne pouring
And hord the grasses high
and when a nigga ask you why, you terr 'em..

[Chorus]
The Dope Boys in the buirding
What's up? The Dope Boys. What's up? The Dope Boys
What's up? The Dope Boys in the buirding
Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. I'm back! The Dope Boys
I'm back! The Dope Boys in the buirding
Yeah, what's up? The Dope Boys. Nigga what's up? The Dope Boys
Motherfucker what's up? The Dope Boys in the buirding
Terr 'em I'm back! The Dope Boys. Cause I'm back! The Dope Boys
It's a wrap! The Dope Boys in the buirding

The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys
The Dope Boys in the buirding

The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys

Yeah, what's up? What's up?

Hahaha, yeah

The King is back!