Rush Hour 2 movie - Paper Trippin' lyrics

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Song by WC f/ Nate Dogg<br /><br>

[WC]<br>

Uhh, yeah! What's crackin y'all? Dub C<br>

Still chasin this cheese, puttin it down<br>

Whassup Nate?<br>

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[Chorus: Nate Dogg]<br>

Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's (dem dolla dolla dollars)<br>

Ain't afraid to bust back, paper's all I need (we rider rider riders)<br>

Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's (yeah, yeah)<br>

Ain't afraid to bust back, paper's all I need <br>

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[WC]<br>

Check it out<br>

What they hittin fo'? Look I'm sick of all this chattin<br>

Bullshit rappin, let's really get it a-crackin<br>

Y'all niggaz ain't ready fo' a nigga that's gettin paper<br>

Foe scraper, dice shaker, the white, Chuck Taylors<br>

Dark fat laces and fetti with big-ass faces<br>

Blue gators (?), X.O. by the cases<br>

The rider ringleader with weed and my zag smashin<br>

Ya bang ambassador, givin it up back at'cha blastin ya<br>

Off brand assassin-er, jackin for figures c'mon<br>

Totalled up a rock, with a repetitive offender<br>

The purple tinter, the big spender<br>

The realest nigga you know, smellin like doe doe and Pruno<br>

Sick with the flow, swangin low-lows and Harleys<br>

Gather the guests at my mansions and throw my parole parties<br>

Ex criminal turned corporate; elevated my game to worldwide nation<br>

Tippin on paper trippin nia<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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[WC]<br>

Big beans or big wings or big screens<br>

Befo' y'all stands a ghetto nigga with big dreams<br>

I throw the dice, close my eyes and rich roll 'em<br>

Take my handkerchief and fold 'em, y'all know the slogan<br>

Riders don't worry multiply shift gears<br>

Toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high<br>

The bigger the lick the bigger the hit to cash it all<br>

So whether they ready or not I'm snatchin it all<br>

Wood grains and chrome frames the mode is hang<br>

A trick that won't sang, transported dem thangs<br>

Fuck the pain, give me a label ain't shit funny<br>

Look I'm tryin to touch that Rush and Lyor Cohen's money<br>

Get the Neville's money and blow doja with my stash on rich<br>

And get my dick licked by the baddest bitch<br>

Fade ya, real boy major with tough shit they ain't got<br>

like three-way pagers, nigga I'm paper trippin<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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[Nate Dogg]<br>

Paper is all.. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)<br>

.. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)<br>

.. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)<br>

.. I need<br>

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[WC]<br>

Testin testin, broadcastin live<br>

All day unleaded'll go fo' forty-nine<br>

No garbage no cut, just the bomb pow-wow<br>

Gots to get my hands on that new body style<br>

Floss all you nigga, toss liquor up<br>

A rugged nigga smokin on a cigarette butt<br>

Mashin and I ain't lettin the pedal up<br>

Cause all these songs on my radio ain't ghetto enough<br>

Shutted 'em up with the tank in the cut, I'm sweated to bust<br>

Dub C'zy, fo'ever, gettin 'em up<br>

Hands down I'm the motherfuckin man<br>

Who else could take a gang hop and turn it to a national dance<br>

Givin the fans a glance of a rider saggin his pants<br>

with my rag on my cane standin in a penguin stance, nigga<br>

Worldwidin, ridin, collidin<br>

Fool it's sincerely yours the Ghetto Heisman, paper trippin<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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[WC]<br>

Dub C, ghetto extrordinaire, hood fabulous<br>

Comin through with fingers in the air<br>

Y'all know what time it is<br>

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[Nate] Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's<br>

[WC] Dem dolla dolla dollars<br>

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