Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Me Or The Papes, artist - Jeru The Damaja. Album song Wrath Of The Math, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Me Or The Papes |
Party people, in the place to be From the same man, who brought you Da Bichez |
(Da Bichez, Da Bichez, Da Bichez) |
We were misunderstood, last time we brought you |
Ba Bichez (Da Bichez Da Bichez) |
Now we gonna clear it up and let you make up your own mind |
like this… |
Now a queen’s a queen, and a whore is a whore |
She felt if she made me wait I’d have more respect for her |
Adore her, eventually spendin up my digits |
She felt that love would make me buy her mad material shit |
She likes to trick em, cause ain’t nothin like a sleepin victim |
East New York style stick em -- ha ha ha, stick em Top rated game, but if it’s game I played it Underestimated, swore the king was checkmated |
She claims she loves my mind, cause I’m so intelligent |
But fuck my mental, she was scheming on my mint |
Evil inten-tion, to de-plenish the fund |
She tried to juice me with the pussy cept for, the mask and gun |
I was a fool to fall in lust with this evil ge-nius |
She had me by the nuts |
She ain’t got shit but man she loves it plush |
Whippin I whip, and suckin up I canibus |
Back in the days, I woulda scraped her for this caper |
But I realize, it wasn’t me it was the paper |
Let me kick it, about the digits, that I’ve collected |
Long distance, and disconnected, it’s gettin hectic |
Before my record, they didn’t show it But now they throw it, hopin that they’ll get drunk off Moet |
or Cristal, but that’s not my par-ticular style and taste |
My name ain’t Puff and I ain’t got loot to waste |
I ain’t got time to waste, bad bitches is all up in my face |
Crazy ignorant, sweatin links minks and shit |
Cosmetic, but deep down, derelict |
Fake players, never get out the projects |
It’s pathetic -- the way she bends for dividends |
I tried to jewel her but she tried to get a drink at the end |
of our con-vo-sation, I did not have the patience |
Slid off to the next Asian |
She said, What you do? |
I said, What? |
She said, You know your occuptation? |
So I broke the fuck out |
In nineteen-ninety-six that’s what it’s all about, but |
I won’t go that route |
Back in the days Biz said it was The Vapors |
But today, I realize that it’s the papers |
Cause ain’t no fiends comin in between me and my dreams |
See what I mean black, I -- gets the paper |
Now a whore’s a whore, find a queen and she’ll be my Earth |
Respect love and protect her, for all that it’s worth |
I admit I have flaws, I flips it first, but deep down |
I wishes to give em the universe |
A lot of the ones that I thought was right wasn’t |
I build with Afu, he said Don’t sweat it cause |
they come a dime a dozen |
Like my ex-stunt, wanted a diamond |
Bitches love power, while queens, love refinement |
Low stress environment, old age and retirement |
Never have to wonder where my money went |
Where my honey went, is her back gettin twisted |
by the next fella, always take heed to what I tell her |
When I’m wrong, she lets me know I need correction |
When I’m right she’s my reflection still we, use protection |
Through thick and thin, thin and thick |
She’s my diamond in the rough not a whore or a trick |
Great expectations, of me and she buildin nation |
Everything we do and skyscrapin |
Back in the days, the devil used to rape her |
Nowadays, he got her chasin the paper |
Cause ain’t no fiends comin in between me and my dreams |
See what I mean black, I -- gets the paper |