Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song La, La, La , by - Do Or Die. Song from the album Victory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 24.10.2005
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
La, La, La |
| Gotta make the paper |
| Can’t let the paper make me |
| La di da di da di da |
| Thug come up in a fresh white benz |
| Baby mama talkin crazy cause I’m high again |
| Flow like a motherfucker say it again |
| 20's lookin like OOH |
| With the guy like who |
| Back up the bad money, put it in cruise |
| Gots new jeans, suits and timbaland boots |
| Get off em', 92', all y’all ball |
| You playin with me, yo, I'm ballin for all |
| In 96', ok, we made the M-O-N-E-Y again |
| M-O-N-E-Y, do you see what you like? |
| Flashin' cars, worries gone,??? |
| Never went to my head, cause I stacked em', yo |
| Maxed a ho |
| You could roll by, I lock the door |
| La Di Da Di Da Di Da, I got alot for sure |
| Ho, I make the paper, I dont let it make me |
| I stay runnin through my hood, I dont let it break me |
| I work to get my cheddar, I ain’t get it for free |
| You can do the same, I do so, so why you hatin on me? |
| It be, 99' we ridin in benz, expo |
| For the one solo, we ballin in twins |
| Right up again, we love em, I said it before |
| Stack your paper when you make it, It be money galore |
| Let em know, for those who be round my door |
| If it ain’t about the dollar, then it really ain’t low |
| In my early life, they told me I was chasin a dream |
| Because I wanted everything that I seen on the screen |
| Big home, diamonds, furs, and even them drop tops |
| I went from ???, little red model and I-Roc |
| I used to, drive my friends, to rollerskating, use my vocal chords |
| Choosin ya know, now im on the production board |
| Took the benz down until my feet touched the ground |
| And when the heat touched the ground, they had to sit me down |
| But the problem changed now |
| At First I started hustling, fuck struggling |
| I rather throw bricks, steady smuggling |
| I was down for an ounce, 7 years no parole |
| It’s bad and it’s cold, mature getting old |
| And if you didn’t know, now you know |
| Easy gettin slow, now I’m gettin paid for my show |
| Chicago, can we make g’s? |
| Houston, can we make g’s? |
| Atlanta, can we make g’s? |
| Cleveland and New York, can we make g’s? |
| Milwaukee, can we make g’s? |
| LA, can we make g’s? |
| You and me, can we make g’s? |
| Dallas and St. Louis, can we make g’s? |
| San Antonio, can we make g’s? |
| Louisiana, can we make g’s? |
| Florida, can we make g’s? |
| Jacksonville, could we make g’s? |
| Indiana, can we make g’s? |
| Memphis, can we make g’s? |
| Birmingham, can we make g’s |
| (Beat continues and fades) |