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Yeah.. [bad word]  fresh out that Pyrex pot,
black Air Force 2's and the White Sox... [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] when I'm in the zone,
and I'm sick of blow jobs, [bad word] leave me alone.
And tell Dr. Dre to pick up a phone,
before I climb through his window like  [bad word] I'm Home".
Runnin' the rock like OJ, [bad word] it's a throwback,
f**k a Aston Martin, show me where the stone fat.
Get a jar, some baking soda, [bad word] hold that,
the world is my grandma's kitchen, time to cook crack.

Chorus
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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
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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, [bad word] my wrist is on.
The same [bad word] 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.
boss never touch work if it ain't taped yet.
That's how you get f**ked, I practice safe ,
and I take ya boy Curtis [bad word] 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!!!

Chorus
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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
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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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 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 the glasses high,
and when a [bad word] ask you why, you tell 'em...

Chorus
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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. [bad word] 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.