dick licked by the baddest bitch Fade ya, real boy major with tough shit they ain't got like three-way pagers, nigga I'm paper trippin [Chorus] [Nate Dogg] Paper
remember [Chorus - w/ ad libs] [Outro - Missy Elliott - talking] C'mon Okay, you found me player You know where I'm comin from (Hey Woo) Haha, you got that paper
d-don't do-do-do-do it! P-P-P-Please? Wh-wh-wh-why you gotta t-try us? W-w-w-w-we already know that you be the nicest!" And now I'ma come and kill 'em
ON THE FLO' [C:] Now he's bound and gagged with duct tape Dub, I got the motherfuckin safe BAY-BAYYYY! [C:] Jumped in the van and now we rollin And I'm trippin
land of pause You paper haters wanna take shots But this shit don't stop You bout to get got Englewood we all about them ends Got niggas throwin up the w
's up girl Why you trippin on me? I thought we was past that Feel me? Alright let me talk to ya, uh [Chorus - Timbaland - w/ ad libs] C'mon baby what
Beach, represent that L.B.C. Represent that Long Beach, represent that S.T.C Represent that Long Beach, represent that D.P.G. Represent that Long Beach, represent that P.A.C
strong In the beach where the papers long but as for me I only G when I'm buss'n rocks {Dogg Pound} 'cause were all a little strong In the beach where the papers
're jealous of my paper stack (Jealous ass nigga) It all boils down to the fact that you're jealous of my paper stack (Gon' get pimp slapped) Money, I get it, paper
' is what the boys say when they callin' me, 'B'uzzin' all around me like a 'B'ee They must be trippin' when they follow me, Boy I don't answer nothin' but 'C
, I stay consistant, we got heat C-P-T style, O-G me style, the D-J Q-U-I-K with no C style In yo' town, don't trip nigga, it goes down And when you
'm beatin niggaz down witta baseball bat I'm not the revenues, I'm gettin' paid fool A ghetto muthafucka witta attitude S I C K W I T I T It's Young
THE FLO' [C:] Now he's bound and gagged with duct tape Dub, I got the motherfuckin safe BAY-BAYYYY! [C:] Jumped in the van and now we rollin And I'm trippin
what's up girl Why you trippin on me? I thought we was past that Feel me? Alright let me talk to ya, uh [Chorus - Timbaland] - w/ ad libs C'mon baby
gray This for the little kids that can't go play Cause everybody outside playing with an AK Come around my niggas you bust you fuck around get lost Better not set trip
it Proud to be black, young and gifted Lifted by the knowledge and takin the right route Gang violence needs to be wiped out A-l-m-i-g-h-ty C and E-z-
her be Get your G's like five letters after the letter B Photocopy could possibly find a better me Hot like two letters after the letter C In the name
I'm beatin niggas down with a baseball bat I'm havin revenues I'm gettin paid fool A ghetto muthafucka with an attitude S-I-C-K W-I-D I-T It
