Yeah can't stop can't stop yeah
What's up what's up
What's up what's up
Yeah
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 a pair of Silver Cologne
Maybe it's how I write shit when I'm in the zone
And I'm sick of blow jobs b***h leave me alone
And tell Dr Dre to pick up a phone
Before I climb through his window like n***a I'm home
Runnin' the rock like OJ n***a it's a throwback
F**k a Aston Martin show me where the stove at
Get a jar some baking soda n***a 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 them rims that I'm sittin' on
Them ain't high beams b***h 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 tape-deck
A boss never touch work if it ain't taped yet
That's how you get f**ked I practice safe s*x
And I take you boy curtis b***h 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 uh
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
The dope boys
La what's up
The dope boys
Chi-town whats 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 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 them glasses high yeah
And when a n***a 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***a 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
