PAPERBOYZ - Brand New Music lyrics
rate meDog I'll bite you
With the sharp flow I'll knife you
Put it to yah neck and slice right through
Girl don't get the wrong idea I like you
But I seen a 100 bad things just like you
Oh Boy
And you noe I was runnin full speed at the kid now I'm like Oh Boy
Ballin with my team haters like no boy
We bag dimes that be on the cover of Savoy
I'm shittin hits
Singing cat that'll ghost write for a rapper then I flip the script
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Cruisin round da block in a drop six
See a hot chick round to the club let up
If she hot I'm a holla but I won't get up
She ran up when she seen these rims pokin out
Yeah it's like that son
Not quite grown
But the cromes over 21
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
We here now
To bring you real music
So hot
That you can't refuse it
We ball
Show you how to do it
Therefor
Hit you with this movement
We here
With that brand new music
So hot
That you can't refuse it
Uh, one time, Uh, Uh
Make way my people we comin
With hot shit that make em' say Uh
When we hit the spot ladies come runnin
So we pop that cris that make em' say
Oh Yeah
Ther go that young class 6 from the beat in me like Oh Yeah
Paperboy chains hangin off our neck
We goin shine like lime baby it's Oh Yeah
And it won't stop
Cause we a hop, skip, and a jump away from the top...
Oooooooh, Oooooooooh
Workin round the clock
Hear the tick-tock
It's about time we bring back hip hop
We goin party hard all nite no cops
Keep rockin even if the beat stop
Yeap, it's like dat yah'll
We got that brand new sound for all yah'll
Ah, Ahh, Ahh, Ahh, Ahh, Ahh, Ahhhhh
We here now
To bring you real music
So hot
That you can't refuse it
We ball
Show you how to do it
Therefor
Hit you with this movement
We here
With that brand new music
So hot
That you can't refuse it
Yah boyz is in the buildin
Watchout, Watchout, Watchout
Look the game is over
Watch how we chang the rovers
Boy pop his collar and wipe his shoulders
Thought I told yah
Now submit you fashion
Went from Fatal official to Fatal attraction
Paperboyz bout to get that paper boy
Dats why the streets call us Paperboyz
All the dimes wanna chase the boy
Facing off when we floss drppin bombs like castor troy
Splashin hits
Make you wanna master dis
Head hurtin make you pass the fifth
Whoa, Uh, Gotta get it, Gotta get it Gotta get it
We on top of the cake like frostin is
Still playin on birds like boston is
Touchin yah ribs
Soon goin be viewin our cribs
On TV's and e3's and that ain't even where we live
Oh, the boy ready to blow
We here now get it, we got it, ready to go
Come on, Oh, Now yah noe tired of holdin back
We here now
To bring you real music
So hot
That you can't refuse it
We ball
Show you how to do it
Therefor
Hit you with this movement
We here
With that brand new music
So hot
That you can't refuse it
Make way my people we comin
