Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paper Touchin, artist - Fat Joe. Date of issue: 30.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Paper Touchin |
| Here on the Eastside, we be paper touchin |
| It all started out in Brooklyn |
| Yeah, but the kid kept it movin |
| Uhh, I came along way from hustlin |
| Now it’s worldwide paper touchin |
| Here on the Eastside, we be paper touchin |
| («You know the cheese to the sky all day e’ry day») |
| Here on the Westside, we be paper touchin |
| Uh, the Big Wills sittin on big wheels |
| Brooklyn’s back, imagine how Big feel |
| (What else?!) Yeah I am a big deal |
| Tell 'em keep the change, when I break big bills |
| Talk is cheap, everyone could afford it |
| This for the hustlers, everyone should applaud it (uhh) |
| Get’cha camera phone, everyone should record it (ahh) |
| I’m the pizza man, I delivers the orders (woo) |
| Arm &, Ham-in-mer-ham-and-the-grits |
| Homey I’ll cut your wrist off, put your hands on my grits |
| See I’ll be the convict, I am fully committed |
| Took my shoes off and laughed, they couldn’t fit it |
| (What else?!) If I don’t do nuttin I’m a ball |
| Fall through your city, shut down the mall |
| (That all?!) I’m Tupac with it, I got the «Juice» |
| Soldier, but only the gangsters I salute |
| It all started out in Brooklyn |
| Yeah, but the kid kept it movin |
| Uhh, I came along way from hustlin |
| Now it’s worldwide paper touchin |
| Here on the Eastside, we be paper touchin |
| Here on the Westside, we be paper touchin |
| She’s sick of that song, how it’s so long |
| since she met a G like me |
| First it was Kane, then it was Big, then it was Jay |
| And she love the homey F-A-B, now meet me |
| (It's R) Flow-riffic, white flower I whip it |
| Spin it round and round, stand on my pivot (voila) |
| Keep that white girl, Christina Aguilera |
| I seen the king soon as I got a mirror |
| (What else?!) Gettin fresh and lettuce be my fetish |
| Retired with the chip like Je-rome Bettis |
| I wonder, if I stacked Bread like Wonder |
| Would my Woman’s first name be Wonder? |
| When it come to me they are Stevie Wonder |
| They can’t see I, I am B.I.G.'s student |
| Make 'em holla it’s movin |
| Make 'em light up and get to boozin |
| Hey zukon you know I gotta diddy bop to this one |
| (Paper touchin) |
| Why not? |
| (Paper touchin) |