Paper Shoes - Lyrics - Light Grenades - Incubus

Title: Paper Shoes
Album: Light Grenades
Artist: Incubus
Composer(s): Brandon Charles Boyd, Michael Aaron Einziger, Ben Kenney, Christopher E Kilmore, Jose Anthony Ii Pasillas

Lyric:
I fly
I soar
This I
Adore

And then like a locomotive
The sound of your sorrow comes
I?m tired of the way that it feels
I only apologized to you to make you feel better
But I think I?ve outgrown that horsehair sweater

I?d rather be alone
You?re about as reliable as paper shoes in bad weather
But pain will roll off like water on feather

You?d fly
You?d soar

But then like a locomotive
The sound of your sorrow comes
I?m tired of the way that it feels
I only apologized to you to make you feel better
But I think I?ve outgrown that horsehair sweater

I?d rather be on my own
You?re about as reliable as paper shoes in bad weathers
But pain will roll off like water on feathers

I?m tired of the way that it feels
I only apologized to you to make you feel better
But I think I?ve outgrown that horsehair sweater

I?d rather be on my own
You?re about as reliable as paper shoes in bad weathers
But pain will roll off like water on feathers

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Knock Out - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Knock Out
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher Noel Dorsey, Terius Gray, Byron Thomas, Virgil Ta

Lyric:
In the Lex we gettin' blunted
Fuckin' hoes and countin' money
Niggas bout anything head bustin' and rap hustlin'
Niggas that seventeen playin' wit cake nigga
Nigga disrespcetin' mine look we pullin' triggas

Leavin' 'em foul plus me and Juvenile we blastin'
Nigga ya lights out we ain't 'bout no playin' and laughin'
Whoever try ta stop us from shinnin'
Four karat choppers out the window start to firing

Tag-teamin' is a must for me and my rounds
I catch one he catch one that's how it's goin' down
Fuckin' right we do it once play them hoes like that
While I get my dick sucked he hit the bitch from the back

We spend cash with each other
Toss ass with each other
And if a nigga play with us spin a bin with each other
Fuckin' right, we click tight
Nothin' come in between
Tommy chopper can fall paper chasin' that green

There once was a nigga and his name was Turk
He always shot balled and he put in his work
Until one day he was bustin' with a dude
Then he hit 'em with the K knocked 'em ouuta his shoes

B.G. and Turk on fire true H.B.s
In my down low Camaro blowin' them weeds
It's a must we stay vest up 'cuz we worth a lot of chesse
Told them haters we was goin' nation they didn't believe

Cash money worth figuers and it ain't no joke
We ain't never been no hoe, so run up in ya smoke
I tote a chopper in the trunk 9 and Mac on the seat
Tuesday and Thursday, I lay low task force on they sweep

On Sunday I'm out shinnin'
On the lake on crome straight blindin'
Me and my round off in Whispers big tymin'
Ask them hoes where the bar ya thank I'm lyin'
At our concerts in helicopters we flyin'
Ain't no secret niggas hatin' niggas dyin'

There once was a nigga name Baby G
(B.G.)
He drove around town with a 223
Until one day he was bustin' with a dude
So he hit 'em with the K and knocked 'em outta his shoes

Playin' with us nigga off top we'll hurt cha
Me and the lil' Turksta down ta fuckin' twerk ya
Turk, they got a lot of niggas hatin' on me and the B.G.
Get in our way we'll smoke ya, leave ya wet in the street

AKs and SK rifles I tote them
Playa hata and balla blocka I smoke them
Now when we ride, we ride fly stunt like a Ac
(Acura)
We love ta shine get down and dirty in black

I ride in sharp cars and I make a lot of feddi
Ya need years ta prepare ta fade me ya ain't ready
We'll leave ya block shook
Fuck ya hoe and get a hook
Nigga who try sizin' up get they life took

I don't play dawg I got a resume to prove it
Rub me the wrong way, I'ma draw down and start shootin'
For my nigga, I'll blast be the first ta hit the set
Cock back the Mac and let bullets eject

There once was some niggas out the CMB
Some out the Mario some out that wild T.C.
Until one day they was bustin' with some dudes
So they hit 'em with the K knocked 'em outta they shoes

Uh, knocked 'em outta they shoes
T.C. nigga knocked 'em outta they shoes
V.L. nigga knocked 'em outta they shoes
They knocked 'em outta they shoes

Hot Boys knocked 'em outta they shoes
B.G. knocked 'em outta they shoes
Nigga Turk knocked 'em outta they shoes
The H.B.s knocked 'em outta they shoes

My nigga Baby knocked 'em outta they shoes
My nigga Manny knocked 'em outta they shoes
Knocked 'em outta they shoes
Knocked 'em outta they shoes

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Mouths To Feed - Lyrics - Release Therapy - Ludacris

Title: Mouths To Feed
Album: Release Therapy
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bria Bridges, Aldrin Davis

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Lyric:
Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper

Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper

Listen, look I gotta feed my family by all means necessary
'Cause paychecks are comin' up shorter than February
Can't get a real job, I never finished school
Can't get no new clothes, I wore the same tennis shoes

But now the game's changed, I'm all about the hustle
And even 'Hogan Knows Best', I'm all about the muscle
I'm all about my team, I'm all about my green
I'm 'bout supply and demand, I'm 'bout to serve the fiends

And I'm a workin' dream, I keep the circuit clean
See, I'm the fuckin' future, I'm a workin' machine
Don't trust a soul, I'm the only one watchin' my cream
So I stay in heavy rotation like a washin' machine

Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper

Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper

Motherfucker, I'm a monster in this game, I turn 20 into 50
50 to a hundred and a hundred to a Bentley
A Bentley to a building and a building to a 'scraper
Can't keep up with the news but I get that 'Daily Paper'

And you'se a daily hater 'cause my foot game is major
After a while, crocodile, see you later, alligator
My baby need new shoes, her momma need Giseppis
Mercedes need new shoes surrounded with Pirellis

A finger to the world, paid my dues and I'm ready
To pack up all the tools and just cruise in the Chevy
Million dollar deals, makin' moves on my celly
'Cause I owe it to my girl to put food in her belly

Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper

Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper

Wake up and smell the coffee, it's time to make the donuts
A kid who had a kid, my kid made me a grown-up
You ever threaten mines, I won't resist to put the chrome up
My guns'll be like gang signs, always gettin' thrown up

Atlanta, put your zone up, we true to these streets
I got 12 hungry artists, whole crew gotta eat
So hell no, I don't sleep, I'm like a Energizer battery
Got 19 employees, I gotta pay they salaries

My momma quit her job and I retired my pops
Got killers on the payroll, I hired some cops
I accept responsibility, they all pay rent
So if it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense

Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper

Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper

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Paper Mache, Cabbages Kings - Lyrics - Bee Gees

Title: Paper Mache, Cabbages Kings
Artist: Bee Gees
Composer(s): Maurice Ernest Gibb, Robin Hugh Gibb, Barry Gibb

Lyric:
Na na na na na na na na na

Paper mache and telegraph poles things go dead in the night
Make enough noise to make enough noise
Makes you want to jump with fright

Elephant's tusks and autograph books, people you don't meet
Haven't got a bed to lay my head, shoes to fit my feet

Don't be scared, you're better off than nothing
You're answering to no one, paper mache

Paper mache and telegraph poles, thing go dead in the night
Make enough noise to make enough noise
To make you want to jump with fright

Elephant's tusks and autograph books, people you don't meet
Haven't got a bed to lay my head, shoes to fit my feet

Don't be scared, you're better off than nothing
You're answering to no one, paper mache

All of a sudden it happened
When you did what you said you'd do
And you broke my heart in two, like paper mache

All of a sudden it happened, oh, you came into my life
Like paper mache you broke my heart
Like paper mache, paper mache, like paper mache

Paper mache and telegraph poles, things go dead in the night
Make enough noise to make enough noise
Makes you wanna jump with fright

Elephant's tusks and autograph books, people you don't meet
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la

Jimmy had a bomb and the bomb went bang
Jimmy was everywhere
Jimmy had a bomb and the bomb went bang
Jimmy was everywhere

Jimmy had a bomb and the bomb went bang
Jimmy was everywhere
Jimmy had a bomb and the bomb went bang
Jimmy was everywhere

Jimmy had a bomb and the bomb went bang
Jimmy was everywhere
Jimmy had a bomb and the bomb went bang
Jimmy was everywhere

Jimmy had a bomb and the bomb went bang
Jimmy was everywhere
La la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la

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Paper Angels - Lyrics - Jimmy Wayne - Jimmy Wayne

Title: Paper Angels
Album: Jimmy Wayne
Artist: Jimmy Wayne
Composer(s): Don Sampson, Jimmy Wayne

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Lyric:
After every day, after Thanksgiving sell
Malls just ain't complete
Without a bunch of decorations
And a paper angel tree

There's artificial smiles
On artificial tree limbs
Sayin what she'd love to have
And what to buy for him

Well, I hope Maggie likes her new winter clothes
And her buggie with a baby doll
And maybe Thomas smile in his new Nike shoes
When he shoots that basketball

I can't help but wishin'
That I could do more
But not just while I'm shopping
In the department store

Paper angels, you're in my thoughts and prayers
No matter where you are right now
Remember God's right there, He's asking all of us
To help take care of his paper angels everywhere

Goin' through the mail on this starry afternoon
I see a mom and dad's worst dream
Their on the back of a money-savin'-add
To get my carpet clean

Height, weight, hair, eyes
Date missin' and D.O.B
A child's name a picture
And the words 'Have you see me'

Paper angels, you're in my thoughts and prayers
No matter where you are right now
Remember God's right there, He's asking all of us
To help take care of his paper angels everywhere

His documented bruises, film, a folder and a file
She's a second grade self portrait, drawn without a smile
And every town has a litter with this kind of debris
We've got to stop this madness, it's up to you and me

Paper angels, you're in my thoughts and prayers
No matter where you are right now
Remember god's right there, He's asking all of us
To help take care of his paper angels everywhere
Paper angels everywhere

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Get Your Shit Right - Lyrics - Jermaine Dupri

Title: Get Your Shit Right
Artist: Jermaine Dupri
Composer(s): Rahman Griffin, Earl Simmons, Jermaine Dupri, Deric Angelettie

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Lyric:
To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

First off, you all niggaz know I don't slouch
An' as a kid I done did the shit you talkin' about
I'm from the south, ya heard?
Where niggas fly birds outta Impalas
Live lavish
From ATL to Dallas an' the little palace
Goin' once, goin twice, everyday, livin' nice
In the grey wit the ice, makin' money rollin' dice
Livin' the life, that you all dream of
Puttin' niggaz outta business like Sony did to Sega

You seen us, the green stuff
An nuttin' else that's all I collect
I got the hots like the lox, money, power and respect
And I can damn the check that any of you all niggaz spit
I stay hittin', I ain't bullshittin'
Nigga, wit more glitta, than MJ
It's all pimp play, when it comes to me
And you all motherfuckers know how JD gets down
And those who don't it's a new sheriff in town
Feel me now

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

Yo, let me tell you were I'm at you all shits kinda sad you all
If you ride the buses or trains
Watch ya back you all, who think he stallin'?
I still ain't ballin' and I got wild bills
An' a crowd that keeps callin'
My dogs wanna hang, my bitches wanna bang
But it don't mean a thing when all you got is change
That's why my women ain't dimes
Not even close to nines sorta like fives and sixes
Wit scars and stiches

Type of bitches that spit in your face like Alomar
Broke hoes without a car snatchin' fruit from salad bars
Which one of you all come on, test me now
Me not goin' nowhere, you don't impress me now
So next time you see me up in them clubs
I'm probably scemin' while you at the bar
Brick hard and fiendin'
I wait for 4 o'clock when your drunk ass is leavin'
'Cause I paid to get in and now I gotta pray teethin'

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

Niggas goin' to parties thousand dollar shoes and jewels
You begets what I be wantin' so I be bringin' the tool
Tryin' to snatch up all that ice that you came in
And nigga D be flippin', yeah, money, it's the same shit
What you thought 'cause you bought a joint
You might be able to creep a nigga
When he ain't on point
And I can see it in yo' eyes that you comin' closer than tryin'
And every step you take brings your ass closer to dyin'

And I don't flow wit the doe 'cause money comes and goes
Gimme the love of my thugs, hoodrats and hoes
And I'm good 'cause motherfucker I'm stayin' in the hood
And I'm gon' rip till I'm stiff like wood
You wishin' that you could keep it as real as me
And you gon' know that the pain that you feel is me
When I get ill it be some next shit
Darkman, motherfuckin' X shit
Wreck shit for respect bitch

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

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Hell Yeah - Lyrics - Hustlenomics - Yung Joc

Title: Hell Yeah
Album: Hustlenomics
Artist: Yung Joc
Composer(s): Jasiel Robinson

Lyric:
Shorty, what the mood is? Stacks on deck
(Hell yeah)
Is that your life savings layin? 'round your neck
(Hell yeah)

You place ?em shoes on that old school Lac
(Hell yeah)
Is you my nigga 'til they take your last breath?
(Hell yeah)

Any kind I?m with your way, with your way, I?m with you
(Hell yeah)
Any kind I?m with your way, with your way, I?m with you
(Hell yeah)

Any kind I?m with your way, with your way, I?m with you
(Hell yeah)
Any kind I?m with your way, with your way, I?m with you

Everybody know me, better believe I'm O.G.
Back, back, gimme four feet for the iron, leave you with a slow leak
Slow creep through your neighborhood
Black SS with the Gator and the wood
350 big block under my hood, crack my window, smell that good

Wipe it down, I wish you would, bite my style, you wish you could
On my town I rep my hood 'til they lay me down, it's understood
Oh yeah, I ride for my homies, I die for my homies
I lost a couple loved, yeah, I cry for my homies

Big guap on deck, crack rocks on my neck
Patron shots up next, make it rain, leave 'em wet
What I got you can get it, pimp, tell what's the bid'ness pimp?
Fresh cake, then make them flip, then be shoppin? on the imp

If you think I'm lyin? then my name ain't Joc
The hustle gotta hollerate ?cause I ain't gon' stop
Yeah, I play my cards well but this ain't poker, I ain't bluffin?
And if you thug it like I thug it then I got one question

Shorty, what the mood is? Stacks on deck
(Hell yeah)
Is that your life savings layin? 'round your neck
(Hell yeah)

You place ?em shoes on that old school ?Lac
(Hell yeah)
Is you my nigga 'til they take your last breath?
(Hell yeah)

Any kind I?m with your way, with your way, I?m with you
(Hell yeah)
Any kind I?m with your way, with your way, I?m with you
(Hell yeah)

Any kind I?m with your way, with your way, I?m with you
(Hell yeah)
Any kind I?m with your way, with your way, I?m with you

Oh yeah, my swagger kill 'em, call me Bellugi Williams
Don't let the smooth taste fool you, J so sick need penicillin
I love the streets, boy, I fuck with d boy
Whole lot of money off in these streets so pull up a seat let's eat, boy

Haters gon' have plenty to say long as pennies off in my safe
So don't make me retaliate, AK spray every kinda which-a-way
I do shit you never seen before, all my clothes next season, hoe
All my whips the cleanest, yo, if you ain't gon' ball what you breathin? for?

From hood to hood my name good, Cartier lens, frame wood
Your bitch a 10, the brains good
(I love this song)
I knew you would
Real recognize real, dawg, that's just how I feel
I got nothin? but love to give on everything, that's how I live

Shorty, what the mood is? Stacks on deck
(Hell yeah)
Is that your life savings layin? 'round your neck
(Hell yeah)

You place ?em shoes on that old school ?Lac
(Hell yeah)
Is you my nigga 'til they take your last breath?
(Hell yeah)

Any kind I?m with your way, with your way, I?m with you
(Hell yeah)
Any kind I?m with your way, with your way, I?m with you
(Hell yeah)

Any kind I?m with your way, with your way, I?m with you
(Hell yeah)
Any kind I?m with your way, with your way, I?m with you

Ayo, Joc, lemme get some of this, man
C'mon check this out

Okay I live it, I done it, oh yeah, that's Hustlenomics
The ice, the clothes leave hoes astonished
I know you see it, think twice to believe it
Dope boy, magic got my pinky gleaming

Give you the shoes off my feet, shirt off my back
The blueprint to these streets, show you how to make that paper stack

C'mon
(Hell yeah)
I'm there for real
(Hell yeah)

I'm super chill
(Hell yeah)
If you need a tip I'm right here
(Let?s go)

Shorty, what the mood is? Stacks on deck
(Hell yeah)
Is that your life savings layin? 'round your neck
(Hell yeah)

You place ?em shoes on that old school ?Lac
(Hell yeah)
Is you my nigga 'til they take your last breath?
(Hell yeah)

Any kind I?m with your way, with your way, I?m with you
(Hell yeah)
Any kind I?m with your way, with your way, I?m with you
(Hell yeah)

Any kind I?m with your way, with your way, I?m with you
(Hell yeah)
Any kind I?m with your way, with your way, I?m with you

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Paper Thin Walls - Lyrics - The Moon & Antarctica - Modest Mouse

Title: Paper Thin Walls
Album: The Moon & Antarctica
Artist: Modest Mouse
Composer(s): Eric Judy, Isaac Brock, Jeremiah Green

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Lyric:
These walls are paper thin
And everyone hears every little
Everyone's a voyeurist, they're watching me
Watch them, watch me right now

They're shakin' hands, they're shakin' in their shoes
Oh Lord, don't shake me down
Everyone wants two of them
Since half of everyone else who's around

It's been agreed, the whole world stinks
So no one's taking showers anymore

Laugh hard it's a long ways to the bank
I can't be blamed for nothin' anymore
It's been a long time since you've been around
Laugh hard it's long ways to the bank

Tow the line to tax the time, you know
That you don't owe
I can't be a fool for everyone
That I don't know

These walls are paper thin
And everyone hears every little sound
Everyone is a voyeurist, they're watching me
Watch them, watch me right now

It's been agreed and it's been disagreed
[Incomprehensible]
They're shakin' hands, they're shakin' in their shoes
Oh Lord, don't shake me down
Everyone wants two of them
Since half of everyone else who's around

So no one's taking showers anymore
Laugh hard it's long ways to the bank

Tow the line to tax the time, you know
That you don't owe
I can't be a fool for everyone
That I don't know

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Techno Pimp - Lyrics - Joi

Title: Techno Pimp
Artist: Joi
Composer(s): Dallas Austin, Joi Elaine Gilliam, Curtis Mayfield, Bernard James Freeman, Chad L Butler

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Lyric:
Coo, coo, coo, uh
Uh, mmm
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

If you were fly, playa, then you would not
Let them game on you and take what you got
Just like a river, you gotta get flow
It's a new day, playa, act like you know

If you were fly, playa, then you would not
Let them game on you and take what you got
Just like a river, you gotta get flow
It's a new day, playa, act like you know

'Cause I'm daddy, I'm daddy
Whippin' wood, feelin' good in the caddie
'Cause I'm daddy, I'm daddy
Feelin' good, whippin' wood in the caddie
'Cause I'm a pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp
Techno, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp

'Cause I'm daddy, I'm daddy
Feelin' good, whippin' wood in the caddie
'Cause I'm daddy, I'm daddy
Whippin' wood, feelin' good in the caddie
'Cause I'm a pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp
Techno, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp

Got what you want, playa, got what you need
Break me off ten grand and do yo' good deed
Look in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
It's the star kitty, I'm all in yo' brain

You know baby
I really like the way your toes look
You want me to put them shoes on that
Wrap around my leg?

'Cause I'm daddy, I'm daddy
Whippin' wood, feelin' good in the caddie
'Cause I'm daddy, I'm daddy
Whippin' wood, feelin' good in the caddie
'Cause I'm a pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp
Techno, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp, techno

Know what I'm talking about? So what you say?
I'm talking about messing with
Some motherfuckas with some real paper, ho
Some real motherfuckin' paper

You can't talk with me unless
You got that five thousand, here that, child?
That's good pimpin', that's fly pimpin', that's that real shit
All the rest of that shit you talkin' ain't shit, bitch

Ain't none of the rest of that shit you talkin'
About worth a motherfuckin' thing, ho
I'm talking about paper, that's all I'm talking about
I ain't talkin' 'bout shit, else

I'm talkin' 'bout paper goin' in this motherfuckin space age?
'Cause all that other shit you talkin' bout, that's that yusty
That's that been there on the ground pimpin'
I'm talkin' bout in that alley pimpin'

I don't know what the fuck you talkin' about
All the rest of that shit, uh, uh, naw, uh, uh, naw
He ain't fuckin' up all on my face, fuck fallin' in love with a nigga
You better work that nigga, I don't know what the fuck you talkin' about

Nobody got time for that fall in love shit
You don't know what the fuck pimpin' is, ho
You need to motherfuckin' find out
Yo' motherfuckin' ass gon' stay broke
You need to get yourself some motherfuckin' business

'Cause I'm daddy, daddy
Wood, good, caddy
I'm daddy, daddy
Whippin' wood, feelin' good in the caddie
'Cause I'm a pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp
Techno, pimp, pimp, pimp, pimp, techno

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How Gangstas Roll - Lyrics - Get Money, Stay True - Paul Wall

Title: How Gangstas Roll
Album: Get Money, Stay True
Artist: Paul Wall
Composer(s): Marvin P Gaye, James Nyx, Crystal Slayton, Paul Michael Slayton, Leroy Williams

Lyric:
You can catch me ridin' in da Lac top down, seat back
Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, I'm throwed
Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand
Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed, I'm blowed

Any day of da week, new grill, new piece
From my head to my feet, I'm cold, I'm cold
New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side
Man, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll

I'm higher than a top flite, throwed 'em like a splitter
My pockets keep gettin' bigger 'cuz I'm one bad figga
Boppas 'n' gold diggaz on the track, at work
I'm hurtin' feelins in dat Benz wit a deuce and a Squirt

I'm a filibuster for hustlers, invadin' dem mark bustaz
Leanin' like I'm on crutches as I ski taste slurp
Swangin' and woodworkin', convertin' these closed curtains
For certain, I better not spill no purple drank on my shirt

I'm hustle for occupation, I'm grindin', paper chasin'
These boys are steady hatin', so this pistol, I'm embracin'
Dat Lac is so amazin' and da elbows is skatin'
Cranker wires 'n' vogue tires, one hell of collaboration

Amos, Farris 'n' Slaton, we, Jordan, Jackson 'n' Pippen
Banana clip for dem snitches tryin' to monkey wrench my pimpin'
Never been caught slippin' 'cuz dat glock, I hold
Now let me tell ya how I roll, come on

You can catch me ridin' in da Lac top down, seat back
Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, I'm throwed
Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand
Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed, I'm blowed

Any day of da week, new grill, new piece
From my head to my feet, I'm cold, I'm cold
New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side
Man, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll

I'm comin' down in a candy Lac, old skool
Wavin' trunk on dem punks, act a fool
Tippin' paint, drippin' wet like a pool
Breakin' brews, neck cool, it's full of jewels

Rumor is dat dem jackass on da sideline, schemin' and plottin'
But my mind on dem boppaz, if I spot 'em I got 'em
I got slabs, I got foreigns wit da seats, all plush
I got brandy wine gloss, baby, please don't touch

I got 20s, I got 4s I got screens and such
Boppaz yappin' 'cuz they say I tend to cap too much
I got starch in my jeans and da crease so sharp
Headlights on my ear when the night get dark

White ones on my toes, brand new, out the box
Interior decorate the watch, I'm connectin the dots
I got stocks, I got money, that's a fat billfold
Now let me tell ya how I roll, come on

You can catch me ridin' in da Lac top down, seat back
Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, I'm throwed
Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand
Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed, I'm blowed

Any day of da week, new grill, new piece
From my head to my feet, I'm cold, I'm cold
New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side
Man, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll

Hatin' is so contagious, these days, there's no cure
This new outbreak creatin' is out of hand for sure
These boys are steady lyin', my money is multiplyin'
Look close, there's no denyin', them boys softer than fur

Killa kush smoke, I blow as the lungs inhale
Gangsta leanin' on dat oil, I got a story to tell
Laws trippin' when they see me askin', "What's that smell?"
Raw FedEx-ed me some x pills, we call it email

Lights, camera, action, I'm the shit and I show it
A young gangsta hood boy, so fly and I know it
Steady breakin' boys off, 5 karat in earlobe
Givin' somethin' that you can feel, my swangas is in vogue

I'm too cool for school, all work no play
Impeccable with this pen, I got somethin' to say
My repertoire is throwed, I follow the G code
Let me tell ya how I roll, come on

You can catch me ridin' in da Lac top down, seat back
Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, I'm throwed
Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand
Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed, I'm blowed

Any day of da week, new grill, new piece
From my head to my feet, I'm cold, I'm cold
New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side
Man, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll

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Paper Doll - Lyrics - Best Little Secrets Are Kept - Louis Xiv

Title: Paper Doll
Album: Best Little Secrets Are Kept
Artist: Louis Xiv
Composer(s): Jason Staehler Hill

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Lyric:
Ah, bang a gong or get it on
Ah, we don't need to take off our clothes to get it on
Pull your skirt up a little bit
Pull down your top and show me a little tit

I said, "Hey short girl, you're like a midget
You can turn a phone cord into a widget"
She said,"You son of a bitch, you little bitch
I ain't gonna show you my love without a hitch"

I said,"Hey, hold up sugar just one at a time
Show me yours baby, I'll show you mine"
She said, "Oh, you're so pathetic
Yeah, well, so you're so magnetic"

I said,"Hold up girl I know your game
Ah, you want a sugar daddy you can tame"
I said,"Sing, sing me a song
And bang me like the girls in Hong Kong"
I know, I know, I, I ain't correct
But politics are so much better when there's sex

I said,"Rollover, do me a trick
Do it with your shoes or it'd be a kick"
Ah, tell me the horse that you pick
Let me buy you a lollipop you want to lick

She said,"Does that shit work with other girls
If it does, why don't you find one of them to give you twirls
My love cost pearls"
Ah, does it baby, you don't say

She said,"Hold up, I know your game
Ah, you want a paper doll that you can tame"
I said, "Sing, sing me a song"
She said,"Well, touch me like the boys that did me wrong
You know it's okay, it's alright
If you want clean fun go fly a kite"

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The Come Up - Lyrics - Adrenaline Rush 2007 - Twista

Title: The Come Up
Album: Adrenaline Rush 2007
Artist: Twista
Composer(s): Frederick Taylor, Carl Terrell Mitchell

Lyric:
Let me take you to the wicked wicked Westside
Where them niggaz carry chrome and the best die
Where we push up in the corners that we fight for
City from the shores breeds gangsters and Vice Lords

Bustin' pistols while we runnin' from the five, oh
Hit the adversaries up because we drive slow

Oh, I'm a killa mayne, standin' on these corners
Hustlin' for my denim mayne and if you try to move
Soon as I hear one shot
I'ma let the tec and desert eagle ride non-stop

If I have to I'll commit a murder just to maintain
Tell me what you thought I'm from a city
Where they gang bang and I got that thang thang

Get it however you want it cop a fo' and then split
Hustle hard and work your way up 'til you holdin' a brick
Cop an ounce of this 'dro I got the flyest shit in town
Bet you within a week you'll be able to get a pound

Go ahead and drop you can whip on 24s to get around
Gettin' paper make me feel like

Let me see all of my gangsters come up in Chi-Town
Let me see all of my hustlers come up in Brooklyn
Let me see all of my riders come up in the Bay

Let me see all of my killers come up in Houston
Let me see all of my bitches come up in ATL
Let me see all of my niggaz come up MIA

Now let me take you to the motherfuckin' Southside
City of the chrome, get shot up for standin' outside
Don't talk no shit or you can end up on prime time
My nigga Ty Nitti be holdin' down the nine-nine

That's where the thugs lurks, I done been out there
Seen them niggaz put in blood work
When I'm in the 100's you can always smell the scent of purple
These niggaz always gettin' money in they inner circle

Fuck with 'em they fin' to hurt you, gotta get they cash on
Necessary evil they quick to put the mask on
Then they gotta put the mash on, steady bustin' at each other
I take a tool and bust my strap and scream out, "Free my brother"

Bitch ass motherfuckers, I'm about to break 'em out
If they hit me before they get me I'ma take 'em out
If we successful we gon' smoke a blunt and cruise home
Introduce him to his new charger with no shoes on 'til the haters move on

In to set up shop now, gotsa hold the block down
Gettin' paper make me feel like

Let me see all of my gangsters come up in Chi-Town
Let me see all of my hustlers come up in Brooklyn
Let me see all of my riders come up in the Bay

Let me see all of my killers come up in Houston
Let me see all of my bitches come up in ATL
Let me see all of my niggaz come up MIA

Now let me take you to the motherfuckin' projects
Where the true thugs and the elite members of the mob at
Know somebody, better call them out or try to tell them later
When they tell you, where you from? when they catch you on the elevator

The fiends lurkin', niggaz serve in pissy hallways
Can't say shit 'cause they be gettin' money all day

Mercedes parked out front, chillin' with a hat cocked to the left
In the ride with the glock cocked smokin' a blunt
300Z with the Lamborghini do's and some hoes with a big ol' project booty
And the beat kinda hot but the cops wanna come to hold the work
He got that duty so they can't do nothin' to me

Seventh flo' with the 'dro now, nineteenth flo' by the rocks now
Gettin' paper make me feel like

Let me see all of my gangsters come up in Chi-Town
Let me see all of my hustlers come up in Brooklyn
Let me see all of my riders come up in the Bay

Let me see all of my killers come up in Houston
Let me see all of my bitches come up in ATL
Let me see all of my niggaz come up MIA

Yeah, some oh six shit
For all the real niggaz and bitches to ride to
Not none of that ol' lame ass, metaphoric ass, ol' goofy shit
This some of that real shit, that Chi-Town shit
That gangster shit, fool, Twista bitch

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Way I Be Leanin' - Lyrics - Reality Check - Juvenile

Title: Way I Be Leanin'
Album: Reality Check
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Clifford Wayne Nicholas, Terius Gray, Paul Michael Slayton, Damon Mentrell Grison, Timothy Mosley, Jk Hunter, Mike Jones

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Lyric:
Said, the ladies, they love me, they love the way I be leanin'
They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin'
All the ballers is bouncin', they love the way I be leanin'
They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin'

This is the year of the U, watch how I get on track
A young black Peyton manning in the rap gettin' his snaps
And also, he only rides in the year that he's in
'Cause he don't feel the year's bigger than him, so, let the boy be

He off the meter with tennis shoes and a white tee
Bitches watchin' him thinkin', "What if he wife me?"
And it's a certain kind of swagger you get
Especially when you're used to bein' the shit, that's if you're older right

All of my boss bitches know the type
When a nigga hug all on ya and he be smellin' like a motorbike
A nice fit and video on the TV'll
Get her to come out of them B.B.'s, believe me

I'm a thug and I'ma stay on pub
And I don't hug 'cause I carry the strap in the club
I see ya peepin' tryin' to figure out what's happenin' with us
They love the way I be leanin', that's why they baggin' it up

Said, the ladies, they love me, they love the way I be leanin'
They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin'
All the ballers is bouncin', they love the way I be leanin'
They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin'

Said, the ladies, they love me, they love the way I be leanin'
They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin'
All the ballers is bouncin', they love the way I be leanin'
They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin'

You know that purple drank I be leanin', my diamonds shinin' and gleamin'
I'm in that dropper with Juve the groupies boppin' and fiendin'
I'm from the home of the candy paint, 84's and purple drank
Ladies know when I hit they corner my slabs'll make 'em faint

Ice Age and U.T.P., ball-ballin' as you can see
Crawl-crawlin' on 23's, with candy on my HumVee
Honies love the way I talk, love the way I walk
Love the way I lean, they say that I'm so clean

I got a lot of money, I got a lot of ice
I got a lot of cars, many colors and lots of types
I got that paper 'cause I'm caked up like Betty Crocker
Comin' down on choppers single file with all the trunk poppers

Gettin' money's my only task, stack up paper and count cash
I'm ridin' on that pull over silver, the same color as a bad rash
Gettin' full of that puff, puff, pass, it's Paul Wall, man, what that do
Swishahouse baby, that's my crew, comin' down jammin' on the Screw

Said, the ladies, they love me, they love the way I be leanin'
They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin'
All the ballers is bouncin', they love the way I be leanin'
They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin'

Said, the ladies, they love me, they love the way I be leanin'
They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin'
All the ballers is bouncin', they love the way I be leanin'
They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin'

Drove over two dogs, sittin' on two fogs
My rims be talkin' too, they love to seduce hogs
They're dressed in cute clothes, manicured with cute toes
I'm big paper; Wacko never stop for group hoes

Oh no, I don't scoop those, fly bitches salute those
Fatties with benefits, you know I recruit those
This a Soulja Slim T-shirt, this ain't no suit hoe
I got Pradas up under these, not no Timberland boots hoe

I'm sick dog and there ain't no antidote
Bust your motherfuckin' head like a cantaloupe
Like Hannibal, woof, I'm an animal
Just cold dickin' the money down, huh, ain't it though?

I'ma do my damn thing 'til I can't no mo'
Don't make me pull this damn trigger 'til it ain't no mo'
And don't tell me where you ain't gon' go
I'ma just tell you one time, get to fuck 'til I ain't no mo'

Said, the ladies, they love me, they love the way I be leanin'
They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin'
All the ballers is bouncin', they love the way I be leanin'
They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin'

Said, the ladies, they love me, they love the way I be leanin'
They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin'
All the ballers is bouncin', they love the way I be leanin'
They love the way I be leanin', they love the way I be leanin'

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Song For Myla Goldberg - Lyrics - Her Majesty - Decemberists

Title: Song For Myla Goldberg
Album: Her Majesty
Artist: Decemberists
Composer(s): Colin Patrick Meloy

Lyric:
Myla Goldberg
Sets a steady hand upon her brow
Myla Goldberg
Hangs a crooked foor all upside down

It comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around

Pretty hands do pretty things
When pretty times arise
Seraphim in seaweed swim
Where stick-limbed Myla lies

It comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around
It comes around, it comes around

Still now you're waiting to grow
Inside you're old
Sew wings to your pigeon toes
Put paper to pen and spell out Eliza

We begin with sticky shins
Make sticky then our shoes
Shoes beget to clothes
And hat 'til sticky's sticking too

Finiculi, finicula, finiculi, finicula
Finiculi, finicula, finiculi, finicula

Listen in as shin-kicked Jim
Relates his story sad
'Bout a boy who kicked
Until his shins were all but rubber bands

But now I know New York, I need New York
I know I need unique New York
I know New York, I need New York
I know I need unique New York

Still now you're waiting to grow
Inside you're old
Sew wings to your pigeon toes
Put paper to pen and spell out Eliza

Eliza, Eliza
It comes around, it comes around
It comes around

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Dear Bobbie - Lyrics - Paper Walls - Yellowcard

Title: Dear Bobbie
Album: Paper Walls
Artist: Yellowcard
Composer(s): William Key, Pete Mosely, Longineu Parsons Iii, Sean Wellman-Mackin, Ryan Mendez

Lyric:
{Dear Bobbie, do you remember
When you were young and very pretty? I do
I remember pleated skirts, black and white saddle shoes
Do you remember dancing that night? I do
I still think of you when we dance
Although we can?t jitterbug as we did then}

Do you remember when
How long has it been?
Nineteen forty five
You opened my blue eyes
To see a whole new life

Do you remember when
I told you this that night
That if you're by my side
When everyday begins
I'll fall for you again?
I made a promise when
I told you this that night

That I'll be fine
?Cause when I die then I die loving you
It's alright, I'll be fine
When I die then I die loving you
Loving you, loving you

{Do you remember the times
We would give up on each other and get back together
Then we finally was married in nineteen forty nine
We drove the yellow convertible all night long
Do you remember? I do}

Life has led us here
Together all these years
This house that we have made
Holds twenty-thousand days
And memories we've saved
Since life has lead us here

And I'll be fine
?Cause when I die then I die loving you
It's alright, I'll be fine
?Cause when I die then I die loving you
Loving you, loving you

I'm coming home to you
Stepping off my shoes
Resting in my chair
See you standing there
The silver in your hair
I'm coming home to you

When I lay tonight
When I close my eyes
I know the sun will rise
Here or the next life
As long as you?re still mine

Then it's alright, I'll be fine
?Cause when I die then I die loving you
It's alright, I'll be fine
?Cause when I die then I die loving you
Loving you, loving you

{You have gray hair now but you're a, a beautiful women
And the years have been good to both of us
We walk slow now but we still have each other
The glue of love is still bonding us together
That is what I remember, do you remember?}

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From The Bottle To The Bottom - Lyrics - Kris Kristofferson

Title: From The Bottle To The Bottom
Artist: Kris Kristofferson
Composer(s): K Kristofferson

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Lyric:
You ask me if I'm happy now that's good as any joke I've heard
It seems that since I've seen you last I done forgot the meanin' of the word
If happiness is empty rooms and drinkin' in the afternoon
Well I suppose I'm happy as a clam
But if it's got a thing to do with smilin' of forgettin' you
Well I don't guess that I could say I am

Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone
Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew
When the water from the weeds has soaked the paper
He's been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through

And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants
Because he's never seen a single dream come true
That's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started falling
From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool
Learnin' hard to live with losin' you

You wonder if I'm better off with freedom now to do the things I choose
With all my times my own and I got nothin' left but sleepin' time to lose
There's no one here to carry on If I stay out the whole night long
Give a cankerous damn if I don't call
I'm livin' like I wanted to and doin' things I wanna do
And nothin' means a thing to me at all

Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone
Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew
When the water from the weeds soaked the paper
He's been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through

And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants
Because he's never seen a single dream come true
That's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started falling
From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool
Learnin' hard to live with losin' you

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La Costra Nostra - Lyrics - Yukmouth

Title: La Costra Nostra
Artist: Yukmouth
Composer(s): Jerold Ellis

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
October 18th '74, the year I was born
A young nigga ready for war
It's in my blood to get the 'fetty for sure
I was cursed since birth to get the patties slanging faggats are raw

And I'm the advocate, crack head, in '86 we started having shit
Rock it and cook it to cut the baggin' is, when crack-ages
For my cousin, making twenty off a note
But I refused to go broke, my whole family slang dope

And my big sister was a little richer 'cuz she always fucked
Around with the big pushers
I watched niggaz break keys in sinks with jackhammers and ginsus
Throw me money for tennis shoes

I been a dude since high school with latest clothes and them jewels
Had me paper chasing, I didn't finish school
I bought a quarter ounce in the ooze
Got a crew, hit the block, start hustling like the real niggaz do

I'm walking in the shoes of Phoenix Mitchell
And Little D, I'm balling niggaz from my projects I listened to
I keep it real with my interviews
I was broke as fuck and sleeping on the floor in the village dude

I'm just a wise G, why chronic D, smoking finer weed
Thick as quarter peak, I build a dynasty?
So a pistol whip and rob niggaz
What goes around, comes around 'cuz I end up getting shot nigga

But got love not, my hope don't stop, I pop bubbly
Like the whole block locked, I live lovely
And my father was a black gorilla family crack dealer
With the house on 'Icula, made scratch for realla

That's why I say it's in my blood 'cuz my father was a thug
With the Columbian blood, flood the block with drugs nigga
We slang lots of coca with glocks up in the hosta'
La Costra Nostra nigga

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Nu Flow - Lyrics - Nu Flow - Big Brovaz

Title: Nu Flow
Album: Nu Flow
Artist: Big Brovaz
Composer(s): Dion Howell, Nadia Shepherd, Abdul Bello, John Paul Horsley, Cherise Roberts, Michael Brown, Dean Mcintosh, Michael Mugisha, Temi Tayo

Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
It is my pleasure to introduce to you all
The finest, the brightest
The meanest, the strongest
The very best of them all
The south London collective group, known as
For goodness sake Roger, who is it?

This is Big Bro, Bro
Taking over the show, show
With this new flow, flow
You need to listen up

And feel this shit, shit
'Cause we won?t quit, quit
We make them hits
And stack them chips

It's flawless, I came for the doe
As soon as I step in the door
I see that you?re hating my glow
The crew, the flow we?re soon to blow

We?re tired of being this poor
And having to sleep on the floor
And working a 9 to 5
Just like a five dollar whore

Knowing we?re worth more
We simply had to settle the score
That?s why you see these albums
And the singles in the store

It?s Big Brovaz, baby
Trying to cash some major figures
You mess with my cheese
And I?ll switch just like Schwarzenegger

This is Big Bro, Bro
Taking over the show, show
With this new flow, flow
You need to listen up

And feel this shit, shit
'Cause we won?t quit, quit
We make them hits
And stack them chips

It?s Dion, I bet you won?t forget my name
I probably maybe gonna
Get inside your brain

My family does the same
It?s B B?s time to reign
We?re doing them platinum things
I know you ain't ready for me

You move you lose
Can?t wear my shoes
Cherise brand new
Me and my crew

Don?t try our flow
If your tongue don?t roll
You?ll lose control
We're just way too cold

This is Big Bro, Bro
Taking over the show, show
With this new flow, flow
You need to listen up

And feel this shit, shit
'Cause we won?t quit, quit
We make them hits
And stack them chips

Hey yo, this is Jay Rock
And I've got more
Skill?s than average
Put us together man
We?re more than all of yawl can manage

'Cause we be the baddest at it
This hit took years of practice
And now we're showing more
Money and it?s more madness

Stack up on a daily basis
We've traveled so many places
Switching so many chicks
Were mixing up the names with faces

They see the ice and they trip
They like to ride in the whip
But all I wanna know is
If these girls is riding the, ahh

Who?s, who?s, who?s this?

This is the N.A.D.I
You didn't think I was coming at ya
Giving you people a different
Kind of big brother flava

I bet yawl didn't think
I be riding these beats and making the paper
But I guess that I?m a paper chaser playa
And it?s in my nature

This is Big Bro, Bro
Taking over the show, show
With this new flow, flow
You need to listen up

And feel this shit, shit
'Cause we won?t quit, quit
We make them hits
And stack them chips

This is Big Bro, Bro
Taking over the show, show
With this new flow, flow
You need to listen up

And feel this shit, shit
'Cause we won?t quit, quit
We make them hits
And stack them chips

Uh, huh
(Woman)
Uh, huh
(Man)
Uh, huh
(Woman)

Uh, huh
(Man)
Uh, huh
(Woman)
Uh, huh
(Man)

Who's, who's this?

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