Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paper Trail, artist - Kidz In The Hall. Album song The in Crowd, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.04.2008
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
Paper Trail |
Paper trail stay fallin' from the sky |
Get away in that cherry bubble I |
Pop the cork, say just raise your glass high |
Spark the doobie, we about to get high |
Money on my mind, about to get rich |
We young tycoons on a platinum trip |
From Parii to uh, Tokyo to uh |
New York to uh, Chicago and uh |
Miami to the D town |
Cause everywhere we go you know we puttin' it down |
It’s like |
Easy does it |
This here be a doosie |
My verbal treat a Double O snare like a floosy |
Slide inside, then on to the next one |
Spit that futuristic shit, George Jetson |
Ultimate Fighter, ultimate writer |
Stadium flow is made for cigarette lighters |
Behind mics my live punch light |
I’m Kimbo Slice |
Invoke nice |
Second to none |
Bump gums like the set of Nick Teen |
Nick Green with a sweeter sixteen and |
Little Aaron Reed on MTV |
Caviar in the form of an MP3 |
Made in conjunction with the real |
Hand delivered down from Heaven underneath |
Mr. Jabari Evans and |
Paper trail stay fallin' from the sky (pick it up) |
Get away in that cherry bubble I |
Pop the cork, say just raise your glass high |
Spark the doobie, we about to get high |
Money on my mind, about to get rich |
We young tycoons on a platinum trip |
From ATL to uh, VA and uh |
Berlin to uh, Dub A and uh |
Seattle to the H town |
Cause everywhere we go you know we puttin' it down |
It’s Phon' |
Tiggalo the show stopper |
You and your crew look so opera |
While I’m in Osaka |
Lettin' the beats bang till I’m hard of hearing |
Make the ear-ring just like some door knockers |
I always got to do my job and stay on top of my |
It wasn’t written little nigga, it was prophesied |
In '03 I dropped The Listening and |
It took me from Paris to New York to Michigan and |
Niggas thought that we would get dropped |
But I just made a pit stop |
Re-tire like the Michelin Man |
Now I’m back on the track like Ricky Bobby and I |
Piss excellence, to step to this you outta your mind |
Me and Naledge the team |
It’s a movement but nah |
We need class participation |
Raise your hands to the sky |
Let’s go |
Paper trail stay fallin' from the sky (pick it up) |
Get away in that cherry bubble I |
Pop the cork, say just raise your glass high |
Spark the doobie, we about to get high |
Money on my mind, about to get rich |
We young tycoons on a platinum trip |
From Parii to uh, Tokyo to uh |
New York to uh, Chicago and uh |
Miami to the D town |
Cause everywhere we go you know we puttin' it down |
A shot of brilliance |
Chased with some excellence |
Heavy on je ne sais quoi |
Translation |
I’m somethin' like a star |
When it comes to the verbal spar |
Ride tracks sorta like a Nascar |
Limited time only |
Take a rain check on the lame trip |
Catch me on the? |
sippin' Cabernet |
Eatin' |
Salmon fillet with peach jelly glaze |
Strictly on some player shit |
I’m not pardoning this |
But I got no synonyms just to say the shit |
I’m on my P’s & Q’s |
Cross T’s, dot I’s |
See the hunger runnin' south side in my brown eyes |
Not sayin' that I was poor |
But I was sayin' I could always use more |
Paper trail stay fallin' from the sky (pick it up) |
Get away in that cherry bubble I |
Pop the cork, say just raise your glass high |
Spark the doobie, we about to get high |
Money on my mind, about to get rich |
We young tycoons on a platinum trip |
From Parii to uh, Tokyo to uh |
New York to uh, Chicago and uh |
Miami to the D town |
Cause everywhere we go you know we puttin' it down |
All over the world |