Yeah… Gangsta Gangsta WHATS UP WHATS UP YEAH
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Comin’fresh out that Pyrex pot
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black Air Force 2's and the White Sox.
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fitted on my forehead, try me, go head
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I’ll bring out the polka dots, put Kwame on your forehead
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Yeah, it’s the new king of everything
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and bitches don’t say no to me, I’m like a wedding ring
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Maybe it’s how I pour that Patron
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maybe it’s how I smell a pair of Silver Cologne
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Maybe it’s how I write shit when I’m in the zone
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and I’m sick of blow jobs, bitch leave me alone
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And tell Dr. Dre to pick up a phone
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before I climb through his window like «Nigga I’m Home»
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Runnin’the rock like OJ, nigga it’s a throwback
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Fuck a Aston Martin, show me where the stone fat
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Get a jar, some baking soda, nigga hold that
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the world is my grandma’s kitchen, time to cook crack
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The Dope Boys in the building
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What’s up? |
The Dope Boys. |
What’s up? |
The Dope Boys
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What’s up? |
The Dope Boys in the building
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Yeah, what’s up? |
The Dope Boys. |
What’s up? |
The Dope Boys
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What’s up? |
The Dope Boys in the building
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Yeah, what’s up? |
The Dope Boys. |
What’s up? |
The Dope Boys
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What’s up? |
The Dope Boys in the building
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What’s up? |
The Dope Boys. |
What’s up? |
The Dope Boys
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Yeah? |
The Dope Boys in the building
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You couldn’t smell that crack comin’out that motherfucking Porsche truck
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I stop traffic with the rims that I’m sittin’on
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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
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Yeah, count that work like a paycheck
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niggas couldn’t play The Game in a tapedeck
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A boss never touch work if it ain’t taped yet
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That’s how you get fucked, I practice safe sex
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and I take ya boy Curtis bitch with my tongue
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lick lick lick like Shawna and have her sprung
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Show her my Anconda and have her sprung
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and put it all in her stomach and just UHH!!!
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What’s up? |
The Dope Boys in the building
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Yeah, what’s up? |
The Dope Boys. |
What’s up? |
The Dope Boys
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What’s up? |
The Dope Boys in the building
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Yeah, What’s up? |
The Dope Boys. |
What’s up? |
The Dope Boys
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What’s up? |
The Dope Boys in the building
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New York, what’s up? |
LA, what’s up? |
The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys
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Chi-Town What’s up? |
The Dope Boys in the building
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Detroit, What’s up? |
ATL, what’s up? |
The Dope Boys
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MIA what’s up? |
The Dope Boys in the building
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Yeah, what’s up?
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So roll that coke white carpet to the hood
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It’s the Dope Boys reunion, the dress code’s strictly
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white tee, Air Force 1's and some Dickies
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I’m from the city where the skinny niggas die
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Only birds and Nextels chirp in the sky
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And we ride for the letters on our fitted cap
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niggas hit the stash, get a strap, and go get it back!
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That’s for the gangstas, the hustlas, the ballas
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from Downtown LA to Uptown Harlem
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And D-Boy money ain’t rain and it’s stormin'
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So stop the music when the Champagne pouring
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And hold the glasses high
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and when a nigga ask you why, you tell 'em.
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The Dope Boys in the building
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What’s up? |
The Dope Boys. |
What’s up? |
The Dope Boys
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What’s up? |
The Dope Boys in the building
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Yeah, what’s up? |
The Dope Boys. |
I’m back! |
The Dope Boys
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I’m back! |
The Dope Boys in the building
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Yeah, what’s up? |
The Dope Boys. |
Nigga what’s up? |
The Dope Boys
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Motherfucker what’s up? |
The Dope Boys in the building
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Tell 'em I’m back! |
The Dope Boys. |
Cause I’m back! |
The Dope Boys
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It’s a wrap! |
The Dope Boys in the building
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The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys
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The Dope Boys in the building
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The Dope Boys, The Dope Boys
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Yeah, what’s up? |
What’s up?
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Hahaha, yeah
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The King is back! |