Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Put The Next Man On, artist - Prince Paul. Date of issue: 22.02.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Put The Next Man On |
| The Green Bandit, son, the fiends hand it over like juggling |
| And the only slight trouble is keeping up, sleeping, what? |
| I flips more weight than Oprah, strips off fate |
| Then hope my skills superb, crills to herb to dope |
| I lace brothas, butter wounds, I bless the spender |
| But test, I bend or waste mothafuckers |
| Rules are broke, get smoked free of charge |
| We not drugs but hot slugs, see I’m Large like Mister |
| I gots no shame, irrational nigga, the cash clime |
| Shit ain’t no game, it’s more like a national past time |
| Your sales pitcher, down the pipe, come get a hit |
| I never fail to get your clown types |
| I never quit pursuing these crabs, recruiting rehabs in churches |
| My search is ongoing but yo fuck it, I want this dough in |
| Can I please this crime crew? |
| Shit, Genovese times two |
| Be in drug store to thug lore |
| If you got some flow, and I got some flow |
| You gettin dough, baby doll and I’m gettin dough |
| We can chill on the hill, word bond |
| And put the next man on like we supposed to put him on |
| Ayo, that’s my son, I state that on my word |
| Place that nigga on 103rd, then make cream off of bird |
| Yo I’ma watch 'em, he come up short and I’m gon' smoke em |
| Either way, you could say I’m that bronc' that broke em |
| He wanna learn, I say give him a chance |
| He fuck up and the devil’ll be having a last dance |
| I think he’ll do it right, he knows the consequences |
| To fuck up after that? |
| That shit’s too expensive |
| Every time 'caine was took out, he was the lookout |
| Wanna know how much I made? |
| Just ask one of them niggas to pull the book out |
| I state this on my word bond, just put him on |
| In time he’ll come up shinin like a mothafuckin Don |
| I gets money like Lil Kim, could take a facial |
| To make 'em pay a skill, forget it, dunny |
| My shit’ll win you jackpots |
| Commission be officially a crack spot wit a purpose |
| I get my service then niggas serve us |
| A neighborhood infested, that’s the good investment |
| I peeps your operation, let a nigga give me most high |
| I never been arrested, but expect the unexpected |
| With full premeditation, when I run in with po-nine |
| I freaks the amnesia, or maybe like I be strung out |
| Catchin a damn seizure, fuck it, I bites my tongue out |
| Nothin to lose, cousin, your crews are top-notch |
| Let’s get biz, run through niggas blocks like hopscotch |
| TARIQ: I’m sayin, complete and total detriment to society. |
| Yo, a match made in |
| hell, word is bond. |
| A wonderful day for the organization. |
| It’s just gon' be |
| perfect for everybody involved. |
| You get money, I get money, everybody get money, |
| everybody shine, as the neighborhood declines |
| (How could anything go wrong?) |
| (How could anything go wrong?) |