Papoose - Salute The Dream lyrics

rate me

This track is crazy man, salute to The Game

Aiyyo game that nigga you was tellin' me about from California

I'mma handle him in the flesh

Salute to Jim Jones, salute to Juelz Santana

Everybody who embraced me man, it take real

To recognize real

DJ Enuff, Sunny, Clue, Green Latern

I'mma this one for y'all man

Check it

The big homie met a lot rappers and artists who could sing

But he chose Papoose cause he had a

Now the name of my album is the Nacirema

Straight into rotation monopoly's the theme

I wrote Monopoly to show the people my mind's great

We gon rise like the crime rate

United States is not 52 states, I'mma tell you just why it ain't

It's 53 states if you count my mindstate

The mirror ain't show me 2005 face

I'm just gettin' started, I wrote these rhymes in 9-8

Straight tru is drugs that make me hateful

You don't understand what they put my mindstate through

I wanna smoke witch'ya lame crew

Cause sometimes when I blaze a L it make me wanna blaze you

Hennessy's an enemy when I drink it straight through

Probably shake you

I taste blood when I taste brew

Snakes prey on rats from the streets to the state zoo

That mean you a rat if you let a snake, snake you

Turn ya back and I'mma have to lace you

But don't call me a backstabber, I'll stab you in your face too

It just stopped raining, so the weather is kinda damp

We tryin' ta make a couple links, me and my camp

Police wanna rush us so they drive by and glance

Every fiend I've seen, I licked him like a stamp

The mother weight sellers givin' work in advance

But it's garbage so you gettin' jerked in advance

Now in the first you gotta reimburse grants

Say Pap comin', they murk in advance

They leave like a tree when I come, none of them herbs gotta chance

Cause they know I keep birds on me like a branch

They hatin' but we ride right up on ‘em like a ramp

They run like it's ants in they pants

These rappers always sayin' they the champ

Until you pull out the 4-4 and sit it on his chest like a lamp

Real gangbangers is what they is for life

Why they fake niggaz switch they stripes

Yesterday you was a blood but you flip tonight

You like that shit that killed Superman, cause you a +krip-tonite,+

Road rage, niggaz be gettin me that fanned

When drivers cut me off I wanna clap land

So nigga was drivin' that new cadillac grand

He cut me off then black-fled

I pulled up on him with the screwface that nigga dropped his fat hand

Cause I +screw+ +drivers+ like +Phillips+ and +flathead+

I don't drop pills but the haze on me

You like an empty gas tank, you on E

Challenge me for some bread, you can't afford me

Get crossed out, you crossed me

Let's do it on +the Drama Hour+, but don't start yellin'

A lot of you yellow belly ass niggaz is yellow like lemons

When I spit off ya melon

Slay gon say 1-800-223-9797

Lousy slouch, yeah by the thous we count

But my money long enough to buy route these out

Go get ya clout renounced

A drunk person speak with a sober mind, so why pounce an ouki out

Lot of people counted me out

So if you got your +Thug-A-Cation+ identification have ya ID's out

All these loud mouth rappers tryin' to drown me out

I hear him mumbling I doubt if he can knock me out

Listen if he doubt he doubt

Let him keep actin' like a boxer, I'mma knock his mouthpiece out

This is for all of y'all who don't wanna recognize real

You makin' me stronger because I exercise skills

The eyes never lie, the naked eye's real

That's why it take real to recognize real

Papoose, Thug-A-Cation

Let's go man

Most versatile

Most ambitious

The most dangerous.... MC on this mother fuckin' planet...

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