"Dope Boys" lyrics
DJ Drama & Fabolous Lyrics
And the winner is
Street, Fid-d-d-damn!
This is a PSA, nigga I'm so fly
Walk through and get searched by the TSA
This is me esse, I look Mexican
I mean Gucci, green and red stripe me down
I feel Boosie, somebody "Wipe Me Down"
I shit loosely, hope y'all got a diaper 'round
'Cause I pull up to night clubs, shit-beamin
Like Phillip light bulbs, and they schemin
As they should be, it's all good B
My money talks I don't think they understood me
Yeah, you niggas don't speak guap-anese
Stoppin me, is like tryin to stop a sneeze
Gesundheit! I won't, the goons might
Get it poppin off like when a balloon's tight
Diamonds like sunshine, moonlight
Oh, you forgot who in the room right?
The Street Fam's in the building tonight
Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life
You ain't even gotta bring your paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks are on the house
(We in the house) Street Fam's in the building tonight
Look at me chillin, I'm killin this ice
You ain't even gotta bring your paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks are on the house
(We in the house... we in the house...)
Look, I'm so sorry; if you don't like
What the boss say, you ain't got to stay Joe Torre
Call me big shot baby I'm so Horry
Diamonds dancin, gettin they Omari-on
I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold
I hope you bitches dress warm
It's like 30 degrees on my left arm
Below zero with the SF charm
Gestapo get the doors on the car pulled
I sips some spades, take a few cigar pulls
Bosses do V.I.P. never bar stools
Get money blow through it like nostrils
Smell me? That's creed cologne
Accompanied by good weed and 'Trone
A pretty young thing that knows how to fuck me
Her sneaky-ass home girl also wanna fuck me
(And I'll fuck her too)
The Street Fam's in the building tonight
Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life
You ain't even gotta bring your paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks are on the house
(We in the house) Street Fam's in the building tonight
Look at me chillin, I'm killin this ice
You ain't even gotta bring your paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks are on the house
(We in the house... we in the house...)
Street, Fid-d-d-damn!
This is a PSA, nigga I'm so fly
Walk through and get searched by the TSA
This is me esse, I look Mexican
I mean Gucci, green and red stripe me down
I feel Boosie, somebody "Wipe Me Down"
I shit loosely, hope y'all got a diaper 'round
'Cause I pull up to night clubs, shit-beamin
Like Phillip light bulbs, and they schemin
As they should be, it's all good B
My money talks I don't think they understood me
Yeah, you niggas don't speak guap-anese
Stoppin me, is like tryin to stop a sneeze
Gesundheit! I won't, the goons might
Get it poppin off like when a balloon's tight
Diamonds like sunshine, moonlight
Oh, you forgot who in the room right?
The Street Fam's in the building tonight
Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life
You ain't even gotta bring your paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks are on the house
(We in the house) Street Fam's in the building tonight
Look at me chillin, I'm killin this ice
You ain't even gotta bring your paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks are on the house
(We in the house... we in the house...)
Look, I'm so sorry; if you don't like
What the boss say, you ain't got to stay Joe Torre
Call me big shot baby I'm so Horry
Diamonds dancin, gettin they Omari-on
I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold
I hope you bitches dress warm
It's like 30 degrees on my left arm
Below zero with the SF charm
Gestapo get the doors on the car pulled
I sips some spades, take a few cigar pulls
Bosses do V.I.P. never bar stools
Get money blow through it like nostrils
Smell me? That's creed cologne
Accompanied by good weed and 'Trone
A pretty young thing that knows how to fuck me
Her sneaky-ass home girl also wanna fuck me
(And I'll fuck her too)
The Street Fam's in the building tonight
Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life
You ain't even gotta bring your paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks are on the house
(We in the house) Street Fam's in the building tonight
Look at me chillin, I'm killin this ice
You ain't even gotta bring your paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks are on the house
(We in the house... we in the house...)
