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The Game - Dope Boys ft. Travis Barker (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
The Game
Vocals
Travis Barker
Travis Barker
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Composer
Larrance Dopson
Larrance Dopson
Songwriter
J. Taylor
J. Taylor
Songwriter
Lamar Edwards
Lamar Edwards
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
1500 or Nothin'
Producer
Chris Doremus Clarke
Chris Doremus Clarke
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Quik
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Geoff Gibbs
Geoff Gibbs
Recording Engineer
Samuel Kalandjian
Samuel Kalandjian
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Steve Daniel Baughman
Steve Daniel Baughman
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Coming fresh out that Pyrex pot
Black Air Force 2s and the White Sox
Fitted on my forehead, try me, go ahead
I'll bring out the polka dots
Put Kwame on your forehead
[Verse 2]
Yeah, it's the new king of everything
And bitches don't say no to me
I'm like a wedding ring
[Verse 3]
Maybe it's how I pour that Patron
Maybe it's how I smell of Paris Hilton 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
'Fore I climb through his window like, ****, I'm home
[Verse 4]
Running the rock like OJ, ****, it's a throwback
Fuck a Aston Martin, show me where the stove at
Get a jar, some baking soda, ****, hold that
The world is my grandma's kitchen, time to cook crack
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
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 7]
You couldn't smell that crack
Coming out that motherfuckin' 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
[Verse 8]
Yeah, count that work like a paycheck
**** 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 fucked, I practice safe sex
[Verse 9]
And I take your boy Curtis' bitch with my tongue
Lick, lick, lick like Shawnna and have her sprung
Show her my Anaconda and haver her sprung
And put it all in her stomach and just, uh
[Verse 10]
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
[Verse 11]
The dope boys in the building, New York, what's up
The dope boys, LA, what's up
The dope boys, Chi Town, what's up
The dope boys in the building, Detroit, what's up
The dope boys, ATL, what's up
The dope boys, MIA, what's up
The dope boys in the building, yeah, what's up
[Verse 12]
So roll that coke white carpet to the hood
It's the dope boys reunion, the dress code's strictly
White tee, Air Force 1s and some Dickies
I'm from the city where the skinny **** die
Only birds and Nextels chirp in the sky
And we ride for the letters on our fitted cap
**** hit the stash, get a strap, and go get it back
[Verse 13]
That's for the gangsters, the hustlers, the ballers
From Downtown LA to Uptown Harlem
And D-Boy money ain't raining, it's storming
So stop the music when the champagne pouring
And hold them glasses high, yeah
And when a **** ask you why, you tell 'em
[Verse 14]
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
[Verse 15]
The dope boys in the building, yeah, what's up
The dope boys, ****, what's up
The dope boys, motherfucker, 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
[Verse 16]
The dope boys in the building
The dope boys
The dope boys
The dope boys in the building
The dope boys
The dope boys
[Verse 17]
Yeah, what's up
What's up
The king is back
Written by: J. Taylor, L. Edwards, Larrance Dopson

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