文本歌词

Big Pokey - Get Out Our Way
Uh for the 2 theezie bout the cheezy
Know me naw I mean hey
Sensei Mafia Mike Whodi bout our paper
Mobstyle for life uh
For my cream I'll take it to the extreme
A glock and a three beam
Plus a million dolla team
Franchise like Ikeim
In these streets
In studios split beats
With this verbal heat
Dress code neat from head to feet
Jumping out the Benzo Jeep
With a petite freak
Hit my point sweep the flo'
Call my Cuban connect cop the snow
I'm out the do' quick
With a block or mo'
With a glock on my hipt
Hat'll stop the show
Bout my do' rolling I'm about my hoe
She disrespect my ways
Then she got to go
When I'm paid it's on
If I'm broke they gone
Or I trick with a b**ch
I choke my own
And I put that on the Stone
When it come to my paper
Ni**a leave me alone
Please get out of our way
We don't have time to play
We're all about our paper mayn
Please get out of our way
We don't have time to play
We're all about our paper mayn
I'm on a paper chase
Gotta put it in these fakers face
And if I get locked up
I'ma escape the place
Cause there's no way
I'm doing time in jail
I'd rather be burning up
Frying in hell
As I cry and yell I keep
My ear to the streets
Listen and learn to earn
I got peers to defeat
While these scandalous hoes
Bitching and foes snitching
Friends turn into those wishing
My pockets on riches
And I ain't got time for chatting
Cause niggas be ratting
Acting fly like Aladdin
They softer than satin
I'ma leave they a** flatting
Like a mat with they blood splatting
For playing games with me
As if I'm Madden
From H Town to Manhattan
My flows swarm like bees
I spit lyrical cheese
On cd's and lp's
And when it comes to stacking G's
I'm about my pay
But do like the song say
And get out the way
Please get out of our way
We don't have time to play
We're all about our paper mayn
Please get out of our way
We don't have time to play
We're all about our paper mayn
Went from broke to cash
Then first from last
Or leave or now baby
No questions asked
Gas up the cat cause
The Gator's gon mash
Get out of my way
Before I hit that a**
Don't cause a scene
That's gon make me slash
Then hit the beat so hard
It'll leave a gash
And haters fall off
When they touch my stash
My whole dress attire
Is made with class
Those and ain't trying
To get us left in the past
I ain't trying to hot cap
Or even flash
I keep a pound of cash
Stashed in my dash
Full tank of gas mean mug on my mask
And those are like potatoes
They all get mashed
Jackers irritate me
Like a rash
I gash that a**
Ooh you little b**ch a** ni**a
Come here hoe
I knock they chest in the grass
Uh Please get out of our way
We don't have time to play
We're all about our paper mayn
Please get out of our way
We don't have time to play
We're all about our paper mayn
Uh man too serious mean that
Mobstyle for life Mobstyle for life
Ha what 2000 D**e Game two thee
In your face 3D baby done one mo'
And another and another and another
We're dropping like bird sh*t
Ain't stopping uh