Likwit Crew

Likwit Crew - Where Da Paper At lyrics

rate me

(feat. King T, Xzibit)

[King T]

Now to make it interestin it's me, King Trife

Big Ballin' Nigga for bout half of my life

Whether on my knees prayin, blowin on the dice

Bet King T'll throw it to you precise

I need +CASH+, gotta live it like it's no limit

Like it's in season, no scrimmage

Flossin twenty inches, on concrete and won't leak

See me on the street I won't speak

Cause I'm all that - and what crews despise

to the 600 backboard on 2-K-5

+CASH+, honey like, "Whoo, they live!"

Should I, peep or slide Boo you better decide

I heard tonight's open bar, I'll be passin you by

with a platinum Presidential light splash in your eye

All these haters mad doggin, you know they won't last

cause fuckin with these Westside thugs..

.. you gotta have a lot of +CASH+

[Chorus 1 + 2: B.I.G. sample]

[1: all x2]

{Where da paper at?} I got to get it

{Where da paper at?} You know I need it

{Where da paper at?} I got to have it

[2: start with +CASH+]

(Where da paper at?) I got to get it

(Where da paper at?) You know I need it

(Where da paper at?) I got to have it

(Where da paper at?) I got to get it

(Where da paper at?) You know I need it

(Where da paper at?) ..

[Xzibit]

Yo it's the Clash of the Phillie Titans

The shit I'm writin be excitin

and start niggaz to drinkin and fightin

You niggaz be bitin, Xzibit steady lighten it up

I suggest you show some progress and tighten it up

You see how many niggaz be rollin like the end of the planet

is gonna happen tomorrow, never beg steal or borrow

Just deliver the powers(?), steady knockin off bitches

blunts and Hennessey bottles - straight ahead, full throttle

Never follow nobody cause I'm a leader myself

Never workin for no cracker like a Keebler Elf

I did it for delf, niggaz wanna look for the best

Pull out your U.S. map and look to the West

I pull up ?? your forty-five bodyguards

won't stop us from seein your black ass and makin it ours

Tinted our cars, platinum bars, weed delivery run

I roll big chronic with chunks of hash to puff with my +CASH+

[Chorus 1 + 2]

[J-Ro]

King T, X to the Z, and J-Bizzy

Well known for takin girls home and gettin busy

Known for the flow when downsizin a four-oh

and hittin SUV's hooked up, by 3-1-0

And I can't stands no man

smack dab in the middle of me and my plan?

I blast with either hand

Why don't you try Cortizone ten I heard it helps

when your neck wrist and ankles, is covered with wealth

But I couldn't tell you how to treat that hole in your chest

Shoulda wore a vest, now you just a motherfuckin mess

I used to have a .22, my khaki's I was saggin em

Now I'm sportin Polo, and a .44 Mag-a-num

Shameless plug - Likwit Crew, DJ Pooh

Make you booboo in your Fubu, runnin right through you

Staple Center niggaz, box seats, beers and cheers

while you watchin in black and white

with foil on the rabbit ears

[Chorus 1 + 2]

[Tash]

So if you owe CaTash some dough, you best go rob a Denny's

I don't care where it's from, I'll count ten G's in pennies

Cause I'm shifty when it comes to puttin food on my plate

Rap it ain't my only lick, but I push it like weight

+CASH+, multi-mill', fuck chasin a deal

I'm by the freeay with a sign that say "Will kill for scrill"

Dollar bills is who I chase in this rap race of drama

If she owe CaTash some dough, I might kidnap yo' momma

+CASH+, peep how far I came along

I charge twelve G's a verse, so that's 36 a song

Niggaz got it all wrong, y'all got this ballin distorted

If you gotta ask the price that means you couldn't afford it

+CASH+, fuck the acre, we want the paper

Tash just bought a skyscraper in Jamaica

Fuck y'all little fakers tryin to ball with Big Tash

We put the mask down, this West coast don't fuck with our +CASH+

Yeah man I seen you on TV, I love your records man

You're just all over the place

Why don't you let a brother hold somethin real quick

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