Jonn Hart - Papi (Spanish Remix) lyrics
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(Hook)
Stone cold killers in these Compton streets
One hand on the nine, all eyes on me
Murder, murder x 2
Call 9-1-1, emergency
Hands up in the air for the world to see
It's murder x 2
Murder x 3
(Verse )
My dadda done killed a bitch
Bullet or the dume to her head
My daddy done to kill a yout
Don't feel a pull a part that man and
Let me up!
What it look like?
See my dady done kill 'em dead
Bullets come down from the earth
My dady done kill you
Don't feel a pull a part that man and
Let me up! What it look?
(Hook)
(Verse)
It's been a 187 in this bitch!
Murder this, murder listen, hit a suburban whipping
Tinted windows ride at your wifey and I bet you miss her
Reload the protools and we throw the clip in both trays
That's one on the left and one in the right hand, Scotie Pippen both ways
Been doing drive-boys, got this music industry timelined
Looking like Rosecrans when these niggas throw up em signs high
I'm talkin' bout that bottom where it's high crimes
Shit, I’m just trynna get paid and keep ‘em thighs high
Sometimes I feel like I could just bury ‘em, bury 'em
Cuz delirium, mass hysteria, scarier area
I'm very aware hip hop needed somethin' to carry it
So I married that bitch and swug down in that chariot
Hangin' way too fucking close, beware the barrier
This is hub city nigga, don't make us embarrass you
Man, you should be realistic, these niggas around here ballistic
We did the numbers and you looking like another statistic
(Hook)
(Verse)
Ah, recognize whatever side the sides reside til the dead has risen
Live in a project buildin, dodgin' the module ceilings
I ride, I'ma ride in a stolen Jeep
Ride with the eyes of five blind men, my vision
Mamma tried counselin', five plans for Kendrick
My family's ties, had sabotaged Rosecrans existence
My aliens on surveillance, they paid me a visit
Our stadium's packed, raiders in black
Curls drippin', silver bullet, palladium in my strap
I lie on the side of a one way street
Nowhere to go, death all I can see
I say "Fuck this up?", I fuck 'em up, your supper's up or somethin's up
I hope all get orthotist, rope it before the double dutch broke
Plenty ruckus with the weapon I protect it under oath
My discretion, fuck your blessin, fuck your life
Fuck your hope, fuck your mamma
Fuck your daddy, fuck your dead homie
Fuck the world up when we came up, that's Compton homie!
(Bridge)
Murder, murder x 2
It's all murder
Murder
(Outro)
Murder, murder x 2
It's been a murder
(It's been a 187 in this bitch!)
