Lyrics:
at the port of entry say,
"You're number fourteen thousand for today."
[Chorus]
If you ain't got the do-re-mi, boys,
If you ain't got the do-re-mi,
Well
We got two men talkin' right outside my door
Yeah, we got two men talkin' right outside my door
Said they're midnight boy soldiers, sent them off
of the mighty porn flick
Innovation of the Internet
Was driven by a couple on a film set
We thank the hard boys and the naked girls
For the coming of our
nine bodies, I'm a big boy stepper, ain't nobody better
My daddy name David, not Banner
By Monday, I'm changin' my schedule
She ridin' my dick
on, boy come on, boy
I'm on, boy i'm turned on
Come on, boy come on, boy
I'm on, boy i'm turned on
I don't need nobody else
I can do damage by myself
on the company's dime
We're making pennies out of paper, better find a new slime
Me and the boys in the hotel lobby
Me and the boys in the hotel lobby
Me
York Post don't brag or boast
Dissin' flavor when he's butter that you put on your toast
Put my address in the paper 'cause I smacked that girl
She's
the table, and no pork up in the pan.
But you better not complain, boy, you get in trouble with the man.
[Chorus]
Let the Midnight Special shine a light
stainless
And understand that you lookin' at the famous
West-coast rapper who act like a anus
Hollywood, they thought they could tame this
Pit-bull, but I
figures
Police drive by, I was click clacking triggers
Jay De Lucas put me with the fam to grow
I was a boss amongst white boys rocking the flow
I had
to the tears on her face
The tears on her face
The tears on her face
You can put them back together with your paper and paste
But you can`t put them back
Iron mike flow, bite ya ear without a muzzle
Pit-bull (Dalé)
Fighting big dogs in a tussle
Steady getting paper
Because I'm all about my hustle
blue
'Cause loving you is all I can do
Hey good-looking boys, gather around
The sidewalk papers gutter-press you down
All those lies can be so
Headed out for Austin, now we're half way down the road
Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by
Steady staring out the window
It fells good, it fells
Miss Rosie, how in the world did you know?
By the way she wears her apron, and the clothes she wore
Umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her
She sheds tears for that dope boy
Shit, it is what it is for that dope, boy
Handle minor biz for that dope, boy
But then tell you by the Greyhound
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
can't live wit' it
And I'm a keep it comin' long as I'm here
Pitbull, back at ya neck, I'm hearin' them cheer
E-V-E is what they need in they life, I'm
bein'
You don't wanna motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
Where it's lonely
This is not me
I was never cut out for this scenery
I'm just a paper boy
Your crushed paper toy
And nothing has changed
Only paper landscapes ripped
know you shouldn't rhyme like uh
Let them pussy niggas get in your mind like uh
Baby boy, you could do it; take your time; do it
If you get the chance
the paper plates on 'em (Money boy, woo)
And if you think I'm playin' wit' you (Playin' wit' you )
I ride on you niggas (Yeah)
I ride on you niggas
I ride
Chris that
Used to play ball
Skinny with a mushroom cut about yay tall
He's pushin rhymes like what they call him
Pitbull? I've seen him in a club
With
dough
That paper
I just want that paper
I just want that paper
I just want that dough
That paper
I just want that paper
I just want that paper
Boy I'm
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