Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Paper, artist - PaperboysDate 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 |