Lyrics:
better straighten up and learn how to act here boy
Ain't no smack here boy
You get jack here boy
And when we finish you'll never come back here boy
nigga 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
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
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
Yup.. money, money, money
I woke up, boy it's time to get it
Walking to the window, saw the city
Thank God I woke up - feelin' like
watching a church
Gathering take place, looking boy
"Oy vey, that boy's gay!"
That's all they say, looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
Youngin' wit' a dream but nobody gave a shit about it
Ten years later pick up a pen, write a hit about it
And back then I thought I'd be defined by how
can buy all the things that I like Boy
You're all I desire my E-Boy
Oh 2D Boy
You're hot-wired
Right into my mind
Your supercomputer
Powered by my hard
he got cash, but ya boy kinda ass
I'm a young nigga gettin' it
I swear to God I'd laugh
At your lil stupid playin' with me
Fuck around and get smashed
Cause we made like thugs
Get juiced in the parking lot before we go up in the clubs
Hugs and kisses, gotta make sure we got our gloves
Hugs
Talk to me nice or don't talk at all
You don't know the kid was destined to ball
Knew that I'd get it since I was a boy, knew that I'd get it since I
crack than push a lawnmower
Hustle, get a bankroll, double up, boy
And if you go against the grain, you a fuckboy, for real
Trap, huh, trap, huh,
wrong but dare a nigga try to stop it
And you can get anywhere, anybody
Dem boys got work, dem boys got yay
Dem boys got purp, dem boys got haze
Dem
something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time trying to get high
You need git
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time trying to get high nigga
You need git
point on, I say we're on for the night
But I love it when the girl just call me D-Nice
And if she gets bold and try to ask for a fee
I say, "Please
Alotta
Boy I got Alotta Boy I got Alotta Boy I got Alotta Boy I got Alotta
Boy I got Alotta Boy I got Alotta Boy I got Alotta Boy I got Alotta
I pull up
screamin out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Now she playin with herself, Cam dig it out lift her up
Ma it's just a fuck girl get it out pick on up
They wan't the boy
to the uttermost,
And give his child a better bringing-up
Than his had been, or hers a wish renew'd,
When two years after came a boy to be
The rosy idol of her
Yeah
Ay, Em you ready?
Herk, you got them things, nigga?
You know
Detroit city
There they go, them D-Town boys, carry the Calico
Whenever
get rough, that double barrel big strong boys (Better move)
Buckle up boy
Be no fuck boy
Me, Gelatine, Big Rock
And the rest of the niggas in the big
Canon on me no this not no photoshoot
Boy
Please don't run up you know bro'nem shoot
Boy
We don't call no muthafuckin truce
Boy
You ain't got no
Now get drunk, motherfucker, get drunk
(Get drunk) now tell them hoes
(What?) to drop they clothes (What?)
And cut some for the motherfucking D-Lo
Now
to me
You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out
Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out
Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks
You
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