B-REAL - Stack'n Paper lyrics

rate me

It's, so phenomenal, it's no optical illusion

I give you a transfusion

I'm from L.A.C. with West coast hustle

It's a worldwide ride from L.A. to Brussels

Def Jams like Russell and I'm gettin older

Yo check the Blueprint homey just like Hova

Plannin to take over, the streets are mine

I couldn't get away if I tried to run away blind

We're attached to the hip, like my sig in my clip

Gettin money, gettin honies you know fish 'n chips

From the belly to L.B., what can you tell me

It ain't healthy, you fuckin with us

I didn't come for any foolishness, I'm so cool with this

I make you Stand Up like my name was Ludacris

I can lift you, and never pretend to

Be somethin I'm not so I never offend you c'mon

Straight up we stackin our paper

We got no time to waste either

True life don't come with no favors

Gimme time and I'll make you believers

I've, played the game and you heard my name

And I've laid to waste so many lames it's off the chain

People come and go every day, but family stays

I guess it just depends, on how you were raised

For my success you givin me praise and poppin champagne

Blazin up the sticky kush, on my campaign

I'm, highly trained to provide you with joy and pain

Keep it movin don't ever stop, just let it rain

We whippin through L.A.C. in the candy cars

That bounce, like the honies when they dance on bars

I love my city, and everything in it

Summertime don't miss it in Cali or you'll regret it

So many hot birds, God damn they fly

So much kush weed can't help but to get you high

Come in peace or you're leavin in pieces

You're dealin with the cold clique as the heat increases

Heat it up

I relate to the thug ones, those are my loved ones

I represent for all of those who live where I come from

I relate to the hustle cause I don't like starvin

Fuck with the bread, triggers get squeezed like Charmin

I relate to the ballers cause I get my figures

You want a piece of mine but you can't buy that nigga

They say people are plastic, in the City of Angels

And it's dangerous, when you go talkin to strangers

You might run into a banger, them boys with colors

Then hammers start clickin like camera shutters

Be careful of any shit talkin you might utter

I don't wanna scare you but you need to take some cover

We livin with the beauty and beast, I'm doin my duty

But beast is lookin for a little release

This world is so cold, but you wanna grow old

In life there's no hold, in the game I don't fold

I rock shows in the House of Blues

Over beats that J. Stoner made to make you move

And it Feels So Good, but I ain't Tony

It's the realest heart homey not made for phonies