DOM PACHINO - Paper lyrics

rate me

Yeah... where my muthafucking pad at?

Here it go, flatten these fucking dudes

Yeah, yo

Paper, paper, paper, paper, yeah

Paper, paper, paper, paper, what

Paper, paper, paper, paper, yeah

Paper, paper, yo

Paper, paper, paper, paper, read about it

I tell niggas stop being pussy, and be a G about it

I finesse this flow, don't test this blow

I'm professional, leave you vegetable

Like to talk alot of shit, look at testicle

Have 'em wet like a messy hoe, that I fucked out in Mexico

Don't make me say it again, you are not my friend

If we can't break bread and them ends don't meet

I will scrape your face on a concrete street

We don't hardly speak, you look strong, but you oddly weak

Doorag and fitted, but you hardly street

Should of woke ya ass up, but you had to sleep

So a nigga just had to creep, little weasel

You ain't cock diesel, I cock and squeeze through

Your drop and bleed through, your hoes are see through

My flow's unbelievable just ask the people

Who's raps are lethal, who's tracks'll eat you

P, it been 11 years and they still can't see you

But of course they hear you, and of course they feel you

Cause you a real dude

You got the skills to pay bills and you eat some real food

They waiting to eat, man

They food is mildew, sergeant should of drilled you

Don't hate on real dudes, cause, they will kill you

Yo, I weight a buck fifty something, and represent

A tough city that ain't fronting, nigga, stop talkin' bout it & make something

Out of a great nothing pretty, this as gritty as it get

Bags under my eyes cause my city never slept

Yeah, just about as shitty as it get

Make the best out of nothing is the prettiest success

Never had much, but I had my respect

Wasn't dealt every card, but I had a deck

I can change the current state of hip hop, if I had a sec

If it wasn't all about a check, but it is, so I gotta put the

Chkk-chkk, hammer to your neck

Just to get some mere play, who dare say, it ain't real

You ain't boppin', this ain't something you can feel

Maybe more so if I greased you with a mil', but

I'd rather grease you with a kill

For, not keeping it real, you fucking faggots

Yeah, yeah, everybody out for that paper, man

I'm out for that paper, man, I'm not gon' lie

Knowhatimsaying, I write my thoughts down on the paper

To make paper, everything have to do with the paper

I sign contracts, I sign the paper, knowhatimsaying

I go to the bank, deposit some money, I sign the paper

I sign them muthafuckin check, I sign the paper

It seem like, man, the corporate world is all about the paper

You wanna survive, muthafucking United States

Pretty much anywhere the world, man, you gotta play with the paper

Paper, paper, the paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper