Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paw Due Respect, artist - Run the Jewels. Date of issue: 25.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Paw Due Respect |
| This year, we iller than a nun in a cumshot |
| Gettin' double penetrated in a dope spot |
| By two hard pipe hittin' niggas |
| On the orders of Marcellus to the soundtrack of 2Pac |
| I’ll beat you to a pulp no fiction |
| Tarantino flow, new Jules and Vincent |
| Blow marijuana, smoke no incense |
| Exhale in the face of innocent infants |
| On some, «Ah hah, look what I did,» shit |
| And if I get stopped by a crooked ass cop |
| I’m a put a bullet in a pig and Rin Tin Tin |
| Ah, hah, hah, look what I did again |
| We the hooligans outside of school again |
| Sayin, «Don't be a fool, never follow rules again» |
| We the bad boys bully with the fully that |
| The teachers say ain’t shit and in the need of discipline |
| We the goddamn reason for ritalin |
| In the back of the class, twitchin' and fidgetin' |
| Dead wrong, we never got along |
| We laughed at the kids that was active participants |
| Bad boy walk right past church with the work in a bag |
| And a bible of Gideon |
| Got suspended for bullyin' a bully |
| When I go back to class I’ma punch him in his shit again |
| Punch him in his shit again |
| Punch him in his shit again |
| Punch him in his shit again |
| Punch him in his shit again |
| I don’t flirt with greatness I wifed it in Vegas |
| The shits all paid for I signed the papers |
| Used to date but then I made her my main bitch |
| Bought us a place on a lake with some acreage |
| And Mike’s my neighbor straight from Greatville |
| Any invader get slayed and stay killed |
| On sovereign land, Mike fill the safe up |
| We call when the fam get paid a great thrill |
| I Bad News Bear hug beats then creep off |
| You drive a rape van, mullet Ray-Bans |
| We do vicious, you do witness |
| You don’t clap shit you’s a cricket |
| Run the J’s we don’t run so much it’s all fun and games |
| Till my J’s get scuffed, I’m livid, fuming, out of touch |
| I wear sweatpants to funerals, guns to lunch |
| Close the blinds they got drones and mine |
| We so close to the lie, I can almost die |
| I got no goals left but to save my mind |
| They got more holes dug in the earth, oh my |
| The beat get abused like I rock a wife beater |
| Drinker, fired by the company |
| Friday, late on the car note, tryna do taxes |
| This my house, it’s high or the highway |
| High or the highway |
| High or the highway |
| High or the highway |
| High or the highway |
| I’m a thrill killer, I will test you |
| Just like daddy fuckin' left you |
| It’s all your fault mommy’s lonely |
| You’re a burden, she needs rescue |
| Hey little buddy, where’s your mommy? |
| Call me stepdad or Uncle Johnny |
| Here’s a dollar, don’t follow behind me |
| I gotta go bang out mom and auntie |
| I hunt lions, tigers, rare vaginas |
| Hang where the cops seem scared to find us |
| Pop stars peep the bars and rewind us |
| Fuck your life but first run the diamonds |
| From the jungle (the jungle), the brothers (the brothers) |
| Can’t relate to your first world struggles |
| You want safety, hugs, and cuddles |
| IED’s will leave bloody puddles |
| Woke up in Nigeria, kicked out America |
| Case of malaria, shit got scarier |
| Got left with a gun and a pitbull terrier |
| And a note from my dad said, «I hope God carry ya» |
| Fought one or two wars while I made it to the shores |
| Ya know, back to the home of a rock in Georgia |
| To return as a king, Michael the benevolent |
| Gold draped ridin' on the neck of an elephant |