Dope Boys

And the winner is Street, Fid-d-d-damn! [Verse 1: Fabolous] 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 lightbulbs, 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? [Hook] 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...) [Verse 2: Fabolous] 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 homegirl also wanna fuck me (And I'll fuck her too) [Hook]