Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Paper, artist - Paperboys
Date of issue: 30.12.2005
Song language: English
It's Paper |
Con, con herre, reppin one the microphone |
Paperboys here, reppin one the microphone |
Double A coming through, we were slightly gone |
Critical, vegabond keep it tight for y’all |
(Vinni) |
Yo i know i’m hopeless i was high when i wrote this |
So focus, i don’t wanna die with the dopeness |
I lie staring at the sky by the pochers |
Buenas noches, see the pies that approach us |
Stockbrokes knocking cockroaches |
We dot the posters, the top postmokers |
Leaving the beer coz i ain’t leaving this chair |
«hey man» i ain’t even here, beamed upstairs |
Sitting on mars, politicing spittin 16 bars |
I blaze and switch between stars |
Gotta hell of a flow but not to many’s ever telling me so |
They too slow when my melody blow, i let the jealousy go |
Way back, hey jack, i don’t play that, wanna lay back in the hay sack |
Lace tracks, erase todays crap, face flat, so rewind till your tape snaps |
(chours) |
It’s paper |
Y’all better wake up |
We starting the race, yup |
Pardon me, man, wut |
Paper |
Say what? |
Hard to break |
What? |
Far from a faker |
What? |
It’s all in my nature |
Paper |
(Critics) |
Yo i’ve been wild and jiggy, my niggas been afraid of riding with me |
Taking to threats when the style gets shitty |
Lacing it nice and pretty |
Hitting niggas when eyes are greedy |
These people lie, cry, die to get shimmy |
Trying to drop the venom on 'em, mock the way they flowing |
Stop tha later morning |
To cop whatever they be showing in the stores from the chartlist |
Eating everything a nigga say like a harddisk |
Step into my office, home of the stoned and the heartless |
Where are my partnes? |
vinni (yup) i’m feeling nausceaus |
Knowing these niggas done took it to the threshold |
Vinni wanna start something? |
you know that i be next door |
Oh hell np, i ain’t gonna leave him by his lonely, |
I ain’t really got nothing to say my players know me |
Hold it |
…gotta catchmy breath |
Ready to go flow, like most these niggas ain’t never heard |
On weed, off weed |
Drunk, sober, really doesn’t matter |
When i kick it you know the show’s over |
I’m flowing on, cracking on whatever to spread word |
A, dot, A, dot on a rise, you heard (me) |
(Vinni) |
I try to call the lord |
To get a life we can all afford |
A set of pipes and a wall of sword |
Better write coz i’m surely bored |
Get a light then i fall in chords |
Get it tight and record it all |
Need a flight, see the waterfall |
I need a bite coz i swore to ball |
I be the type that’ll tour the mall |
Leave my stripes by the shore and crawl |
I’d just like a little more that’s all |
Bridge |
We here to lock it down |
Double A — top shit |
Don’t fuck around |
Roll j’s, poop lips |
We gon bark now (… …) |
Till ya hear the (… …) |
When it’s dark outside and shit |
And we here to let you know |
We gon settle this for sure |
So prepare to shut your door |
When it hits your home: feeling this for sure |