Greg Street - Dope Boys (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Another day as I step out the door Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford For this, I thank the Lord Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more Quick, cause working in a drought is a b**h Switch, a female dog with no raw, rich Is what I wanna get like gifts But you need blow to get your birthday wish Trip, and then you never snitch You never tell a soul, not even a fish Cause fish might fold, and run and tell the shrimp, ya dig? And shrimp might run and tell the pigs That you selling rides on the white horse right up out your crib Bring the battering ram where you live God, I really need a job, until I get a gig I be giving work to the kids [Hook] Dope boys Streets is calling you (2x) [Verse 2: Wale'] And I be on the block all day They block my pay then I Glock on face (fast) Can't no Matlock lock me Not likely, like Fei Long, please I am Ryu-like to the fiend And my hadouken is watch how I do them, see Fire in the hand, supplier of the man In the corner just laying by the store selling beers Pa**ion in life he has lost His dreams gone dry, that's why he on water Something in his arm, he pushing more and more He pushing cause he's low, to be higher with the Lord I ride with the law (NEVER!) I'm here to make it better I give him what I measure, and now the pain lessens Enough to paint a picture, my true profession Streets is calling square n***as leave a message One [Hook] [Verse 3: Kardinal Offishall] I ain't push no rocks in about nine months I switched genres to the ganja And I'm about to let go altogether Trade in my white tee for a tie and a sweater Life is a b**h so a G can't sweat her But she sure can get you high if the coke let her The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool No David Lettermans' acting a fool Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing Nina on my femur is co*ked ready for action Seldomly blasting I would stomp you without asking If you didn't have the price I'm asking And I'm the Bob Barker of the trap and field I don't sprint just boost when I feel Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal Ghost in the hook so real Singing [Hook]