Lyrics:
Slow by slow by slow but sure
One hand nor dey cover God eyes o
Through life I wanna take my best chance o
Maame wait
Anytime I see you I salivate
the beatbox and the R-A-P
That's why I'm the Inhuman Orchestra, Biz Markie
I'm here just doin my J-O-B
So I can reach the T-O-P
As soon as I get
know we stayin playa made, you know we gotta strive
To the T-o-p, thats the top man
Ima come through nigga down to bring the pain
If these hoes down
some lotion
S-C-O-R-P-I-O (oh)
You gotta let me go
You gotta let me go
You got me in a chokehold (oh)
You gotta let me go
You gotta let me go
You got me
probably gonna pop and go C-four
Or classic like C-three is you P-O'd?
Trust me if you're cold then I'm below
If I shoot my shot and miss I just reload
If I
overnight
I had plenty sober nights, why you think I sip at night?
O-, O-, Over-, Overnight, we ain't make it overnight
I had plenty sober nights, why you
for an answer
i was born to be a dancer now yeah
p l e a s e d o n ' t m a k e m e h a p p y
live this life for me
live it out there in here
where i
And why do we call ourselves niggaz 4 life
Cause if we die we still gone? be some dead niggas.
You don't really think you're gonna get away, do
comes to mind when i'm on my flows
You might hate me
Just because my mind is twisted
But i'm r.a.p
Roll a bat as i get lifted
Rappers can't see
Why i'm so
I take my place and wait
A pretty bird beside me says hello with her eyes
She looks so sweet and lovely
But is she N.A.S.T.Y?
P.A.S.S.I.O
games
You finna play
Scheduled n****s
For the grim
A dinner date
Pulled up to the gates
Yall gone have to waite
Packing up dope by the crate
D-O-P
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
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
gangsta shit?
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps
O-U-T-K-A-S-T, O-N-P, G-Double O-D-I-E
So fresh, so clean, back with Stankonia, Dungeon
I'm a H-I-P H-O-P H-E-A-D, been since one-nine-eight-three
Are to the A-P-P-I-N
Eighty-four was the year I picked up the pen
At the same time
It's Wish Bone, no shorts gotta get mine,
Yeah it's my time,
Me and my thugs smokin' chokin'
Let a nigga P.O.D, off that wine
[Chorus]
[Flesh N
of beans
Rippin' bongs in peace then where the fuck are your couches at?
You say you smoke that loud pack daily where are y'all ounces at?
Actin' like you
dese(ndo verte morir.
Un( rol( Coc( Col( l(s pistol(s en los muelles un p(l de yol(s jodes con l( pl(y( y te (rrop( l( ol( l(s b(by se tir(n sol(s si nos
motherfucker that you're hearin' on the record
It's me, you see, S-N-Double-O-P
D-O-Double-G-Y, the D-O-Double-G
I'm fly as a falcon, soarin' through the sky
life,
but you won't breakaway
It's a standard ting that I keep it ghetto,
Roads aint nothing like calm or mellow,
too much p's to be got,
so I get dough,
They like you want to go back to jail, I'm like uh uh
Upstate with the inmates and C.O.'s, no uh uh
I like to clap gats but my P.O. like uh uh
I stood
bottom ho pagin' me back I'm a pimp
It's seven o'clock, bitch you ain't got my money?
I'ma beat yo' ass you think it's funny?
Bitch get on the block
While she goes down
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yellin' come back
Come
real
Only thing I could feel, you feel me? (Feel me)
So why you bother me, why you bother me? (with you, baby)
Tryna catch a P.O.V, yeah (with you
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