Dope Boys (Feat. Travis Barker)

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 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 of 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 stove at 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 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 in the building Detroit What's up ATL what's up 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 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 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 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 The King is back