Dope Boys Fabolous

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...)