The Game

[Verse 1]
Yeah...Gangsta Gangsta WHATS UP WHATS UP 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 Kwame 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, 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 stone fat
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 Anconda and have her sprung
and put it all in her stomach and just UHH!!!
[Chorus]
What's up? The Dope Boys in the building