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Paper Chase - текст песни



Paper Chase


[Chorus:]




Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase


Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase




[Verse One:]




I need...mo money mo money mo, suck 'em fast suck 'em slow


Even though I gotta pay my bills I'm still on the streets


Tryin' to keep it real


Pass that shit let me take a hit, hopin' this money ain't


Counterfeit


Give 'em 211 get 'em in line and let 'em 20 so(?)


Cut that money let's be up, which you wanna ride, the


Benz or the Truck


Back up, get on the one way cuz more Sundays hotter than Monday


Often gettin' trailed by cops, gotta get away by hittin them blocks


Got my glock, never stick middle finger up my ass, known to blast


Keep me down, where I'm from I'm known to clown


Get a dub off a nine, go get a sack, I'm back, pro black


Achiever, leave her, thug and ashtray


More to the fact I'm back to the scene, let in the wonder


Let all the smoke out


And if Luke coulda broke out


Gotta make more stacks of these, so I Z's for bud in


The breeze, ain't spittin' cheese


What a freak wanna trip off, sip off the lame with the


Game, get sick 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 on a motherfuckin' paperchase




[Verse 2:]




You see my nice Mom smokin', money slopin' 'tween my fo


With open arms when my option is to my mission it's a paperchase


So when you face to face: mom and dollar, keep to the


Streets, hit the joints like hollow


Boy better figure if you owe them, better low then


With po-po corruption on the phone double 1-9-1-87, with


A couple of zeros


I'm sittin' there makin' dollars


Verse 2 G, nigga didn't wanna holler


Back to the streets again, but a nigga wanna go there


The game treatment so fair


Crucial, in neutral, all eyes on me I'm brutal, choppin'


Up that paper like you know


Gotta click since I call them blue notes


Shippin' that paper from Earth to Pluto


Get that new song (Texts of songs )


Nineteen ninety-six we be paperchasin'!




[Chorus:]




Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase


Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase




[Verse 3:]




I'm...checkin' paper like a hunter, Belo


Had dreams about runnin' four to the floor


O.G.s in my house me in the clause


Nigga want cheese, nigga want more


Bumpin' all the good shit 'cause all the good shit makes


You forget about the bad bit


Now you make a nigga match wits


Never want what I never had, 'cause I never had shit


The basketball, the all, the ounce, bounce, A to the motherfucking K


I smoke the bead but they keep on calling me and they


Want my apology


And they fall, see it's unexplainable how money's unattainable


If you play in this game


So nigga never call me names when I aim the gun but holler:


A to the motherfucking K with a motherfucking spray-ay-ay


A to the motherfucking K with a spray-ay-ay


It's 95 keep your ass out the line-up


Why don't you keep the double-time up, pimp keep them lines up


Help 'em talk to shiner, give me the best wish


The paperchase be for me 'cause you got blasted with


An eighth of a key


Niggas be be-comin' up but come or stay away


And I'll let you take your fate with three...


Bullets to the chest, put your body rest


If you know P-gang going for the G-Style


Never relax, realize don't give a one-too-many free packs


Come check your ho to see I'm a G


I-get in a sick dream


Paid to pick teams in a room full of dick fiends


Much love to thugs who sacrifice their life to get greens


For the troop of 15, what the shit mean?


It's you bitch, you better save your breath, 'cause you


Can't count how many days is left


Let the weed smoke, blaze, but check, until I'm ready to wreck


Then a motherfucker gonna be paid to death


Because I'm goin' on a paperchase




[Chorus:]




Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase


Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase


Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase


Paperchase, I'm on a motherfuckin' paperchase



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