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****** 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 s*** when I'm in the zone,
and I'm sick of b*******s, b**** leave me alone.
And tell Dr. Dre to pick up a phone,
before I climb through his window like "n**** I'm Home".
Runnin' the rock like OJ, n**** it's a throwback,
f**k a Aston Martin, show me where the stone fat.
Get a jar, some baking soda, n**** 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 motherf**king Porsche truck.
I stop traffic with the rims that I'm sittin' on.
Them ain't high beams, b**** my wrist is on.
The same s*** that Ludacris is on.
Disturbing the peace if my stash missing stones.
Yeah, count that work like a paycheck,
n***** couldn't play The Game in a tapedeck.
A boss never touch work if it ain't taped yet.
That's how you get f**ked, I practice safe s**,
and I take ya boy Curtis b**** 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!!!
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?
So roll that c**e white carpet to the hood.
It's the Dope Boys reunion, the dress code's strictly,
white tee, Air Force 1's and some d***ies.
I'm from the city where the skinny n***** die.
Only birds and Nextels chirp in the sky.
And we ride for the letters on our fitted cap,
n***** 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 n**** 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. n**** what's up? The Dope Boys.
Motherf**ker 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!
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****** 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 s*** when I'm in the zone,
and I'm sick of b*******s, b**** leave me alone.
And tell Dr. Dre to pick up a phone,
before I climb through his window like "n**** I'm Home".
Runnin' the rock like OJ, n**** it's a throwback,
f**k a Aston Martin, show me where the stone fat.
Get a jar, some baking soda, n**** 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 motherf**king Porsche truck.
I stop traffic with the rims that I'm sittin' on.
Them ain't high beams, b**** my wrist is on.
The same s*** that Ludacris is on.
Disturbing the peace if my stash missing stones.
Yeah, count that work like a paycheck,
n***** couldn't play The Game in a tapedeck.
A boss never touch work if it ain't taped yet.
That's how you get f**ked, I practice safe s**,
and I take ya boy Curtis b**** 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!!!
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?
So roll that c**e white carpet to the hood.
It's the Dope Boys reunion, the dress code's strictly,
white tee, Air Force 1's and some d***ies.
I'm from the city where the skinny n***** die.
Only birds and Nextels chirp in the sky.
And we ride for the letters on our fitted cap,
n***** 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 n**** 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. n**** what's up? The Dope Boys.
Motherf**ker 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!