文本歌词

Get Paper - Cappadonna/Lounge Lo
Yeah yeah
What we do come on Dini
Huh 1 6 oh
Yessa yessa my lord
The mic'er son
Faggots
Uh let's do this
Turn it up yo
If you see us on the block getting paper
Chump you better bet we
Got that thing on our waist
And if you niggas
Don't think that it's major
Then we'd gotta shoot you
Right dead in your
Sometimes I feel like the whole
World was built around me
I used to sell crack until this
Music sh*t found me
The streets remain deep
But not deep enough to drown me
New York chop it up
Get it cooking like ground beef
When me and Lounge put it down
Baby it sound sweet
We worked hard for this for sh*t
Putting in work
It didn't take long for us
To put our foot in the dirt
New York City of dreams
Glamorous iced out
Fly whips with the fly crib
Chicks on the couch
Skyline city of hopes
American lifestyle
We ain't waiting for that gwop
We wanting it right now
F**k being broke
I wanna live like a white child
My slums bust gun
Base let go and white owl
Forever on the grind
Suck p**sy and get paper
Cell phone two way pager
All my niggas stay major
Like Comrad
Bombing the tracks like Arabs
Money for grabs let's get it
New York fitted
Sliding out the door with a b**ch
Tell your wifey don't snit itch
Let's get ritich
Tell 'em Diggeler did it
That's how I love to spit it
If you see us on the block getting paper
Chump you better bet we
Got that thing on our waist
And if you niggas
Don't think that it's major
Then we'd gotta shoot you
Right dead in your
You might see on the six train
Riding the subby
Along some bad Puerto Rican chicks
And none of them ugly
Staten Island's Most Popular Son
Do what I do
F**k licks I got chips and I carry a gun
I told the Don to hold me down
I got some sh*t to finish
And this is Blood Brothers 2
Without counting the minutes
One the take out food
I break your dude
And have your daughter raped in school
After I ate your food
I like the pen
But I hate the grooves hate niggas
Who talk sh*t
And like they wanna trace my moves
Like where I'm coppin' the hard at
And how much grams cost
The mayor of my block
I've been holding the damn torch
You see he go it's BZ Mode
With a Yes Lord Yeah Man easy flow
Times up rhymes up man CD gold
I take it back to the oh
And get one sixty dough
If you see us on the block getting paper
Chump you better bet we
Got that thing on our waist
And if you niggas
Don't think that it's major
Then we'd gotta shoot you
Right dead in your
If you see us on the block getting paper
Chump you better bet we
Got that thing on our waist
And if you niggas
Don't think that it's major
Then we'd gotta shoot you
Right dead in your