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Dimples [She's Got Papers on Me] (Richard "Dimples" Fields) · Here's Little Richard/Little Richard (Little Richard) · Reinventing Richard: The Songs of Richard Fariña (Plainsong) · Reinventing Richard: The Songs of Richard Fariña (Plainsong) · Reinventing Richard: The Songs of Richard Fariña (Plainsong) · Dimples/Boom Boom/She's Mine (John Lee Hooker) · Dimples [DJM] (John Lee Hooker) · Dimples (Richard "Dimples" Fields) · Dimples [Classic Blues] (John Lee Hooker) · Shirley Temple in Dimples (Shirley Temple) – and 90 other albums »


my umbrella she look like Ri-Ri
You don't believe me, you ask PD
Getting money for me too easy
I feel like Holyfield
I got them Brooklyn broads biting
"Of all the things my momma used to cook;
	 I liked.."	"Chicken!"

[Richard Pryor]
You know that chicken I put in the refrigerator last night?
Well I
kicking shit in Louie like a soccer ball nigga
You see me splurging on my nerves and to these pussy niggas
I got my check and I be working on these pussy
his ass
You can have her

(You can have her)

Just rollin by the Playboy Mansion...

[ VERSE 3 ]
I got me a, I got me a, I got me a, I got me a 
Young
But then the tables turn
She acting like she ain't concerned
Running with a wide receiver cause hes paper firm
Another angel came
Player got hes
and business, but now peep how it's mixed in
The beef is now sickenin, everybody got paper
Words of power, because of it the cops hate ya
The government
I'm kicking shit in Louie like a soccer ball nigga
You see me splurging on my nerves and to these pussy niggas
I got my check and I be working
I'm kicking shit in Louie like a soccer ball nigga
You see me splurging on my nerves and to these pussy niggas
I got my check and I be working
a basket couldn't see the bread
We want the Caesar salad table-side
The waiter toss it get the flavor right
The shorty with me got the piercing in
what's a World without enigma?
Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her
Never met
should cut the line."

"Can grandma come and see me?
I got a new song to sing
It's longer than all the others combined
And it doesn't mean a thing."
could go on a mission
But first she got to let me put in pole position
I wish I woulda knew then what I now know sooner
Cause 10 towns later here come pac
but what's a world without enigma?
Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her
Never
a world without enigma?
Two b****es at the same time, synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her
Never met the b****, but
a world without enigma?
Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her
Never met the bitch, but
Now that word means a whole lot to me
Now what I mean by that, it's simple as this
You gotta open up your head
Matter of fact, open up your mind
And let
Fields they’re making the cookie stretch
I know it so well, I know the hustle so well
Stunt like I’m workin’ overnighters right by the motel
Drug money,
Fields they’re making the cookie stretch
I know it so well, I know the hustle so well
Stunt like I’m workin’ overnighters right by the motel
Drug money,
leave when i wanted and I never got caught 
Sleeping out on the field 
In the back of my truck 
Breaking into the bars 
Steal the beer and getting
and the jury, "NOT GUILTY!!!"

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
They used to have me on that paperwork
'cause I used make my paper.. work, lifestyle covered with dirt
See I was
sewat, and tears in
Plug ya ears in cause this real talk an' this some true shit
We all go through shit
See baby girl she got a seed on the way
An' she
moving, tell them niggas to do it
I swear we going ham, throw some, my niggas sew me
They burn on every block,
Snitches ain't got no heart
Shit ain't been
leave when i wanted and I never got caught 
Sleeping out on the field 
In the back of my truck 
Breaking into the bars 
Steal the beer and getting
Nefrettiti's in the house
And she finna kick it like this
Come on now
Come on

[ verse 1: nefretiti ]
So just call me the spark, held by the flame
Once again my
we continue to reign
As the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I.
Frank White still listen to all the attention
I'm by his side, with