Lyrics:
This h-o-t-be -o-why-you-p-t be where I'm found
*inhales* Smoke on a pound and come to tear your
neighborhood down
Look here neggey you think you
P.O. and no 'dro
Picture pimps walk with some broads and ain't gettin no 'tho
L.A. gone and I ain't gotta deal no mo' (Picture that)
A ghetto vision
now than never, business before pleasure
P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight
So when you hear
Umm hmm p yamz
J what? This is what happens
'Sup Jeff you leaving niggas in
The studio by theyselves yo
Ay yo puff the dutch
Don't make me fuck shit
posted by the corner store
Mr. Kodac, store M.V.P
Buying rellos, seven-teen, no I.D
So gone pump ya gas, then cop a CD
And shawty if your fine, you can get
(Come on P)
I don't deserve that cap
(Haha haha haha, Jkari)
I don't want for free, it'll cost a fee
You ain't never bust a gun, why you freeze?
I done
elite
Fucking peasants couldn't kiss her cheek
That's why I can't believe her address reads
A P.O. Box in Ohio
Just a random PO Box in Ohio
Shit hole
you could ever know
E merana su let us P-R-O-T-E-S-T
E merana su let us P-R-O-T-E-S-T
They will never give us our freedom
We dey march on for our lives
no survival
You goin down, y'all niggaz fuck around
Shittin where you sleepin, so my rhyme Proposal came Indecent
Beef from the butcher, sink your
of the main reasons I don't give a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When
K.I.P that's the coach
The God the middle man
Yena tlou one of a kind
Types n*** you will never clone oo yang Feela Jo
You can try you will never get
Silkk, Slim, P
It's like, we out the game
(What's up Soulja Slim?)
Keep from callin' us
It's like we're never gonna be
(Master P in there, boy)
I’m just tryna get O’s like a Audi
If a brudda wanna f wi' my paper
Then I put p’s on his head that’s a bounty
Yeah straight off with his head like in
Rod
Motherfucker jacked me up, rollin' 'round bumping
'Cause music's too loud, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, this is P-O to the G-O
Motherfuckin'
world is B-IG
Thats why I keep an open E-Y-E
I love my food but don't eat D-IG
You just move on, got HIV
Acting brave but BTW
Don't act sick in your BMW
no doubt
Ruff rydin eastsidin to the realest why'know
D-O-double-Gizze, you know how we get busy
[Eve]
Ah-yo how could I leave a real n****
we'll be fuckin' you up
And to you bitches who be thinking y'all could slide by
With that punk shit, bitch, biddity bye bye
I fuck a bitch up faster
Firmin, just a brief reminder
My salary has not been paid
Send it care of the ghost by return of post
P.T.O.: no one likes a debtor
So it's better if my
chocolate
Opportunity ba y3 na you just waste it
Mugu no anfa a
Nya abotere 3b3ba
3 am mission 3nkasa
Import duty buoden m'aboka
Still a by force line no b3fa
vivo se lo que he vivido
De algún lugar habre venido, no?
Del cielo soy ángel caído... o eso creo
La altura de la hostia me jodio el cerebro
Y ya no se
a bout NIGGA
Show you what a man bout NIGGA
Never gave a damn about clout NIGGA
All my real niggas know
We Out Here NIGGA
W.O.H.
We Out Here NIGGA
W.O
of the man who point the blame
Still a P-O, P-I,M-P, we be P-A,P-E-R...chase
Chorus:
Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase
Paperchase, I'm
zooming by
(Shh shh)
It's alright
(Yeh yeh)
It's alright
(Yeh yeh)
Seeing lights
(Blue)
Seeing lights
(Skrr skrr)
P-pull up on a pedal bike
(Turn turn)
of the pastry, so's I calls her pastress
Still enthused, cause I got my cruise on
P-O-L-O blues on, when I choose to move I puts my shoes on
Protection,
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