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LYRICS

Verse 1

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 the 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


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 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 it's Champagne pouring,
And hold them glasses high, yeah,
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!