Lyrics Big Boi – Return Of The Dope Boi
Text:
Yup, D-Boi, yeah
Yeah, I’m on some Dope Boi shit
(Now I ain’t steppin’ out unless the ice is right)
Yeah
Return of the Dope Boi
D-Boi, D-Boi, D-Boi (Yeah)
D-Boi, D-Boi, D-Boi
(I’m on some Dope Boi shit)
D-Boi, D-Boi, D-Boi (Huh)
D-Boi, D-Boi, D-Boi (The return of the Dope Boi)
Who be the freshest out the catalogue?
Somethin’ like the freshest of ’em all
Fresher, buy them all, look now
Fuck with me girl, you’re guaranteed to have a ball
Shorty said she with me ’cause she love the way we carry on
Carry on like my Louis Vuitton rollin’ bag
Put it in the overhead, then I order apple-cran
Cran-apple ’cause it’s too early for alcohol
Still sweatin’ bullets ’cause security, they have them dogs
(Fuckin’ D-Bois)
Perignon and a table full of chicken wing
Icicle, let ’em hold ’em, know we gettin’ chains
Big bank, in the Chevy paint gettin’ brain
Wet paint weave on her like shit stains
Ain’t nothin’ changed but the pampers on the baby, mane
Went from D-F Express to the motherfuckin’ gravy train
Niggas in the Points took the same what them niggas are holdin’ now
Join gangs, Collipark, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
You see it, ho
Brand new and it’s still the old school
I ain’t playin’ with none of yous
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Levi denim, switch up, kill ’em Louis V
First class suits, I fly across the bluest seas
Italian, introduce you to the bluest cheese
Got a plug in Atlanta, always got the newest trees
O.G. Skywalker Kush evergreen
B.I.G. gon’ get it in the air just like a trampoline (Trampoline)
Just sayin’, playin’ with hundreds of grand
Buyin’ tennis shoes from Yokohama, Japan
I don’t want the jacket unless it come with the pant
It ain’t gonna win unless you doin’ the dance
(I say biatch, you see me whippin’ in this kitchen)
(I say shiatch, I’m tryna whip another chicken)
(I say biatch, I got no time to hear about another dish)
(Biatch, crack nigga tryna get early rich)
(Money maker, never fakin’, serve that dope like fast )
(Chop that work and chop that work and put it in a baggie (Hey))
(Up all night, an up all nighter, I be cookin’ crack) (Crack)
(Tell the West side, tell the West side tighter me is back)
(No not warren, no not warring, Red dog don’t say hello (Hello))
(Back in ’94 I trapped out with shorty (Ooh))
(The way that I be flexin’ Paul Howard might indict)
(We so bad like we
?
for all black and Terry White)
I’m on some Dope Boi shit
I ain’t steppin’ out unless the ice is right
(No hot Warren, Now now Ware k I ain’t steppin’ out ‘less the ice is right)
(I ain’t swervin’ the ride unless the lights is bright)
Return of the Dope Boi
Yeah
I’m on some Dope Boi shit
I ain’t steppin’ ou
(Unless the steppin’ out unless the ice is right)
(I ain’t swervin’ the ride unless the lights is bright)
It’s the return of the Dope Boi
Dope Boi, Dope Boi, Dope Boi, Dope Boi