The Game - Dope Boys (feat. Travis Barker)
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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Yeah... Comin" fresh out that Pyrex pot,
Black Air Force 2"s and the White Sox...
Fitted 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 bitches 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 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,
Before I climb through his window like "Nigga I"m Home".
Runnin" the rock like OJ, nigga it"s a throwback,
Fuck a Aston Martin, show me where the stove at.
Get a jar, some baking soda, nigga hold that,
The world is my grandma"s kitchen, time to cook crack.
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