Yup, D-Boi, yeah Yeah, I'm on some Dope Boi shit (Now I ain't steppin' out 'less the ice is right) Yeah (And I ain't swervin' the ride 'less the lights is bright) 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 (Yeah) (D-Boi, D-Boi, D-Boi) Huh (D-Boi, D-Boi, D-Boi) This 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 them hoes know we gettin' chains Big bank, in the Chevy paint gettin' grain 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 Yeah 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 them newest trees O.G. Skywalker Kush evergreen B.I.G. gon' get it in the air Just like a trampoline (Trampoline) I'm sayin', playin' with hundreds of grand Buyin' tennis shoes out Yokohama, Japan I don't want the jacket 'less it come with the pant And I ain't throwin' no money 'less you doin' the dance I say biatch, you see me whippin' in this kitchen, bitch I say biatch, I'm tryna whip another chicken, bitch I say biatch, I got no time to hear about a dirty dish Biatch, trap nigga tryna get early rich Money makin', never fakin' Serve that dope like Fasty (Fasty) Chop that work and chop that Work and put it in a baggie, ayy Up all night, a up all nighter I be cookin' crack (Crack) Tell the West Side, tell the West Side Tide and D is back No not Warren, no not Warren Red Dog gon' say hello (Hello) Back in '94, I trapped out with Shawty L-O (Ooh) The way that I be flexin', Paul Howard might indict We jump back like we cook crack for Tom Black and Terry White I'm on some Dope Boi shit (Now I ain't steppin' out unless the ice is right) (And I ain't swervin' the ride unless the lights is bright) The return of the Dope Boi Yeah, I'm on some Dope Boi shit (Now I ain't steppin' out unless the ice is right) Yeah (And I ain't swervin' the Ride unless the lights is bright) This the return of the Dope Boi Dope Boi, Dope Boi, Dope Boi, Dope Boi Dope Boi, Dope Boi, Dope Boi

Ooh, ahh, ooh, oh, ahh Where'd you go? I can't find you This room so crowded And will I ever find another? I seriously doubt it (I seriously doubt it) Now I'm just screaming, "Where are you?" I'm screaming, "Where are you?" I got every intention tonight Baby, you are my mission Let's do it right I got every intention tonight Baby, you are my mission Let's do it right And the beat goes I'm in Blacula mode Drop my fangs and go for the neck, attackin' them hoes I'm macking them though My binoculars immaculate spectacular professional Database sex nature, no soul Let me smash her mind and get her timin' She get that dick from behind No dine and dash to climax It's ooh Lord, splash Got me chasing waterfalls Some niggas do anything for the draws Nah, pause, not me Gotta be the right her, the one you wife up This that upper cup, make a nigga wipe up Now I'm just screaming, "Where are you?" I got every intention tonight Baby, you are my mission Let's do it right I got every intention tonight Baby, you are my mission Let's do it right Baby, stop playing I been watching you and I know You've been watching me too Baby, what you wanna do? What you wanna do, babe? (What you wanna do, baby?) My car's outside, let's go take a ride Where we go and glide, baby you decide It's all on you, what you wanna do Just know it's my every intent to get to you I got every intention tonight Baby, you are my mission Let's do it right I got every intention tonight Baby, you are my mission Let's do it right First I saw you standing there Then I watched you disappear I remember vididly Oh, and now it seems it's getting late So walked in there, give it to me straight She's gone, isn't she? Osh, her hair was sandy brown And she sure know how to get down We only danced one time Why did you have to go? Guess I'll never know, ooh Let's do it right I got every intention tonight Baby, you are my mission Let's do it right I got every intention tonight Baby, you are my mission Let's do it right

Monáe and Leftfoot Whoa Another day I take your pain away Some people talk about ya Like they know all about ya When you get down they doubt ya And when you tippin' on the scene Yeah, they talkin' 'bout it 'Cause they can't tip on the scene Whatcha talk about it T-t-t-talkin' 'bout it When you get elevated They love it or they hate it You dance up on them haters Keep getting funky on the scene While they jumpin' round ya They tryna take all of your dreams But you can't allow it 'Cause baby, whether you're high or low Whether you're high or low You got to tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) T-t-t-tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) Baby, baby Whether you're high or low (high or low) Baby, whether you're high or low (high or low) You got to tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) Now let me see you do the tightrope (tip, tip on it) And I'm still tippin' on it See, I'm not walkin' on it Or tryna run around it This ain't no acrobatics You either follow or you lead Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout you I'll keep on blaming the machine Yeah, I'm talkin' bout it T-t-t-talkin' 'bout it I can't complain about it I gotta keep my balance And just keep dancin' on it We gettin' funky on the scene And you know about it Like a star on the screen Watch me tip all on it Then baby, whether I'm high or low (high or low) Baby, whether you're high or low (high or low) Ooh, you got to tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) Yeah, tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) Baby, baby Whether you're high or low (high or low) Baby, whether you're high or low (high or low) Tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) Baby, let me see you tightrope (tip, tip on it) And I'm still tippin' on it You gotta keep your balance, or you fall into the gap It's a challenge, but I manage 'cause I'm cautious with the strap Doin' damage to your canvas that a doctor cannot patch See why you don't want no friction like the back of a matchbook That I pass as I will forward you and your MacBook Clothes shows will shut you down before we go-go backwards Act up, and whether we high or low we gonna get back up Like the Dow Jones and NASDAQ sorta like a thong in a ass crack Come on I tip on alligators And little rattle snakers But I'm another flavor Somethin' like a terminator Ain't no equivocatin' I fight for what I believe Why you talkin' 'bout it S-s-she's talkin' 'bout it Some callin' me a sinner Some callin' me a winner I'm callin' you to dinner And you know exactly what I mean Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout you You can rock or you can leave Watch me tip without you N-N-Now whether I'm high or low (high or low) Whether I'm high or low (high or low) I'm gonna tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) Mmmmm (tip, tip on it) Baby, baby Whether I'm high or low (high or low) High or low (high or low) I got to tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) Now baby, tip on the tightrope You can't get too high (we can't get too high) I said you can't get too low (we can't get too low) 'Cause you get too high (you can't get too high) No, you'll surely be low (no, you'll surely be low) One, two, three, hit 'em! Yeah, yeah Now shut up, yeah Yeah, now put some voodoo on it Ladies and gentlemen, the funkiest horn section in Metropolis Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh We call that Classy Brass! (I gotta keep my balance) ooh (I gotta keep my balance) ooh (I gotta keep my balance) well, it's a thin line (G-Gotta k-k-keep my balance) (I gotta keep my balance) well, it's a thin line (G-Gotta k-k-keep my balance) not that white line (G-Gotta k-k-keep my balance) you in your right mind (G-Gotta k-k-keep my balance) c'mon, huh-huh Do you mind? If I play the ukulele Just like a little lady Do you mind? As I play the ukulele Just like a little lady As I play the ukulele

And when he has tried me I shall come forth as pure gold Have you been tried in the fire? Have you been tried in the fire? Well, tell me Did you come through as pure gold? (Yes!) You kick it like the benefactor's benefactor (yes!) Well, truthfully, we know you never been a factor (yes!) Well, honestly, the truth is that you've been an actor (yes!) And now your actions got them boys 'bout to mass up (yes!) Lectures from the devil got you pipin' hot (yes!) Fuck this up, and you get screwed and chopped, no Michael Watts (yes!) When I was ten, I used to freestyle in the parking lot Now everything I used to rap about, I really got I went and got my digits up Your favorite nigga's midget, bruh You don't want no trouble, cuh The 25th, I got a meeting with the governor (for real) The shit I'm rappin' 'bout, I am not cappin' 'bout (for real) I used to trap from Faron down to Camelot (for real) I used to whip up coke in my granny's pot She asked my friends, was I sellin', they said, "Nope, he not" (it is) Them niggas lyin' to a prayin' woman The truth a heavy burden and it's weighin' on me (yes!) Red doggies caught me slippin', went to wailin' on me I went to callin' out to Jesus like a reverend, homie (yes!) Chalked it up to sin, took it on my chin (yes!) Gotta take some L's if you wanna win (yes!) They took a nigga bomb, but didn't take us in (yes!) I didn't even have no re-up I could re-up with (yes!) Had to rob another dealer just to re-up shit (yes!) Prayed to God that in his heart, he find forgiveness for me (yes!) It was nothin' personal, it was just business for me When I got on, I paid him back, and told him shit was ugly I'd rather ask forgiveness like a hundred times Than be askin' for permission in a begger's line 'Cause of who I be and check out who I tend to mine I got a partner who don't eat no pork at dinner time But let you act like you gon' ever hurt a inch of mine He have your woman hogtied up and that's by dinner time I keep my eyes on glory, tell the devil get behind Now bear in mind, the devil made me offers I declined We not aligned, not combined, I am not confined To any wicked system that these demons have designed (yes!) They flame of mine'll have you salty as a bacon rind I'm tryna mastermind how to help out human kind (yes!) I'm open mind, but I do not walk with none aligned (yes!) My state of mind is to keep a piece for peace of mind (yes!) I'm like Malcolm with my piece set of Venetian blinds (yes!) I'm tryna manifest some things of my subconscious mind (yes!) That I have only seen in dreams of my unconscious mind (yes!) My dreams are unrefined, swing them out of state of mind (yes!) That make you sing, "This lucky life of mine is predesigned" And if it is, then thank the Lord 'cause that's the mastermind This Lord, oh, yes, Lord Yes, Lord, yes, Lord (Lord)

I've never really had a religious experience, in a religious place Closest I've ever come to seeing or feeling God is listening to rap music Rap music is my religion. Amen What I say might save a life, what I speak might save the street I ain't got no instruments, but I got my hands and feet Hands gone clap and feet gone tap El-P beats to make that snap And I ride them with my raps, and they all tight as my naps And my naps is all I got, and this beautiful ebony skin And the music in my heart, and the words put in the wind And the words put in the wind, coming back like a boomerang When I take this microphone, point it at the crowd, they start to sing This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel This is sanctified sex, this is player pentecostal This is church; front, pew, amen, pulpit What my people need and the opposite of bullshit This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel This is sanctified sex, this is player pentecostal This is church; front, pew, amen, pulpit What my people need and the opposite of bullshit This that Robert Johnson That Muddy Waters That James Brown, Augusta, GA That Ray Charles, that Stevie Wonder That Mayfield, that Superfly That Willie Hutch and that Mack It's that blues man, that soul man That OutKast, that Southernplayalisticadillac This that Jimi Hendrix That George Clinton I feel it in my bones Aretha Franklin That Shirley Caesar Miss Nina Simone That Sade, that Love is King That Coltrane, that Love Supreme That Miles Davis, that Bitches Brew that "Beeeyatch" said by Playboy Too This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel This is sanctified sex, this is player pentecostal This is church; front, pew, amen, pulpit What my people need and the opposite of bullshit This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel This is sanctified sex, this is player pentecostal This is church; front, pew, amen, pulpit What my people need and the opposite of bullshit I got things to do, before I meet glory in the sky And my baby girl b-day be six months away, she gonna be five So I pray to the lord he spare me, and I make it by and by And I help souls stay out of Hell with what I testify And maybe when I grab the microphone and never lie That'll merit that he spare me, I won't have to feel that fire So Killa Kill gonna spit that real on each and every song And each and every poem, until the good lord call me home, gone This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel This is sanctified sex, this is player pentecostal This is church; front, pew, amen, pulpit What my people need and the opposite of bullshit This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel This is sanctified sex, this is player pentecostal This is church; front, pew, amen, pulpit What my people need and the opposite of bullshit This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel This is sanctified sex, this is player pentecostal This is church; front, pew, amen, pulpit What my people need and the opposite of bullshit This is jazz, this is funk, this is soul, this is gospel This is sanctified sex, this is player pentecostal This is church; front, pew, amen, pulpit What my people need and the opposite of bullshit

How come, with the thousands of black cops in America You ain't never picked up the paper, turned on the tv, or the news And seen white folk crying 'Cause this black cop shot my loved one in the back of the head 'Cause he thought the cellphone was a gun How come you don't see that? You think black cops is more spiritual? You think better qualified? Nah They got enough sense to know that white folks ain't going to tolerate it The only reason they do to us what they do, 'cause you tolerate it I'm not telling you don't chastise these young men But I ain't seeing you chastise the police Hahahahaha real bad guy shit Hahahaha living like a villain Never chillin', hahaha, heavy influence on your chillun' I woke up this morning to a cop with a gun Who told me that he looking for a nigga on the run I thought for a second and I screwed my face And asked the dirty pig "Why the f*ck you in my place?" He said "Chill or we kill, this is a warning" Then I told him "fuck you, Where is the warrant?" Then they got to punchin' and kickin' and macin' Then the Whole situation went Larry Davis Thinking 'bout my lady and thinking 'bout my baby Thinking "these two motherfucking pigs going crazy" They wanna kill a nigga 'cause a nigga on this rap shit Wanna leave me dead on a mattress, Hampton I'm a Public Enemy because I'm Cold Lampin' And I don't give a f*ck about a party in The Hamptons And I don't give a f*ck about a motherf*ckin' Forbes List Far as I'm concerned, that's a motherfucking whores list Motherf*cker, my dad was a cop You don't think I know a dirty ass cop when I see one? Shake down, take down, disrespecting-the-badge-ass-bitch! Back to the scene going wild in the bedroom Grab the cop's gun left from leaking with a head wound Second cop shot, but the bullet hit his partner Shot him in the leg and he hit him in the arter(y) Now the dirty cop's looking at me Talking 'bout he kill a nigga if I try to flee Shit, I'm about to loose it, so he gon' have to prove it All because the government hate rap music I've been labeled outlaw, renegade, villain So is Martin King, so the system had to kill him A nigga with an attitude, the world gotta feel him Educated villian attempt on living If I gotta kill a cop just to get out the building That m*therfucker didn't, left dead, no feelings Yelling "Fuck him" as I buck A 45 at his fillings Trying to knock his brains through the motherf*cking ceiling Hey bruh, hey bruh I'm in some trouble, 'kay? I gotta be gon for a minute Just call my old man It's real deep shit man, it's fucked up, I shot a cop When I surface on the streets I can hear the crowd yelling And see the neighborhood snitches pointing and telling I'm bailing like a felon or Assata Shakur Before the law leave me stinking like a bag of manure Like Jeriko One in the movie 'Strange Days' They want a nigga dead 'cause the things that I say Might make the youth go and pick up an AK Tell the government "Fuck you, no way" Like John Connor mama I be running everyday 'Cause if I get caught it's my life they terminate Or stick me in a cell on Guantanamo Bay All because a nigga won't sit in and obey I'll be an outlaw before I ever behave And die a free man before I live like a slave Nothing changes, if they catch me today "Fuck the police" is still all I gotta say

Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder I been whippin' in this (kitchen) for some hours I got money, I got money I bought freedom, I bought freedom I earned my shit riding in them traps serving them geekers I bought a lawyer, I bought a lawyer He beat them cases, He beat them cases You should seen them dirty cracker racist faces And I walked outta court like Pac Sold my last brick and bought a storefront on the block, on the block Now I'm OG Niggas know me But I don't tolerate that conversate bout the ol' me Ain't no workin getting sold round here If ya high partner don't call my phone or come near Outta here with that that fuck shit get from round here Niggas like you and the feds usually come within a year I don't like you see I bought a few stores from my rivals Now that ol' money getting laundered up watch it cycle, watch it cycle Bought my uncle's company now I tow cars He made his first half a mil with red tow cars Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder I been whippin' in this (kitchen) for some hours 'Bout 14 I start selling nicks By 15 I got a felony By 16 I got my driver's license start using J's car to pedal lean College Park that my stompin' ground Used to trap out the apartments Got my baggies and digi scale Bought a doll out the Starship Got my first slab outta Bouldercrest Got my second slab outta Bouldercrest Got my third slab off of Bouldercrest By my fourth slab I was paying rent Mama said I was responsible I was raised by Dr. Huxtable I ain't never been comfortable Hot dogs and pork and bean lunchables God Bless all my enemies Got two buildings on Peters Street Three studios and a day care Crib in Florida don't stay there Just to show you where I came from This the land of the bass drum Grandmama was the Xan plug Strip club got a fan club, ya dig! Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder I been whippin' in this (kitchen) for some hours One time for the dope man dope man Just last went up all kid coke man Two time for the dope man dope man Let your mama bum where your ass at coke man Every Thanksgiving people get a turkey Cuz the government looking at 'em like they ain't worth it Politicians sending niggas off to prison While they actin like they reputation clean as the church We celebrate Pablo and Chapo, We don't really give a fuck about a cop though I'm a mover and a shaker I'm a real money maker And its known I used to sell cocaine I'm a player I'm a player and the player know the mayor And the mayor know I know some thangs When my cousin caught a case see the mayor was a counselor in college they whipped them thangs I ain't never had a plug named Julio But I'm a tell you right now its who ya know I ain't never had a flight down to Mexico But it took me 3 bricks to buy a CITGO And a CITGO and a CITGO Fat nigga went legit and got rich folks Did what I had to do to get paid Escape the game like a runaway slave Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder Black power, Black power, white powder, white powder I been whippin' in this (kitchen) for some hours