Panda gang, Violent dance (x4) Panda got used to eat Just the best eucalypto leaves (x2) They ate all the eucalypto leaves Dancing a raging calypso
goin' tell you, what?, to stop chasin' paper Man, I'm just like ya'll, I worry 'bout that s**t later Put the metal to the pedal, slash up ni**a, blaze Lets get blowed
Get the paper man i’m caking you know i don’t give a f*ck I spend it like it don’t mean nothing Blow it like its supposed to be blown Motherfucker i’
chang and the chariot and all his eunuchs in thrall can scarce lift his line and lariat. here com loose his hounds to blow me down. chorus of waifs: blow
of what Get the paper man I'm caking you know I don't give a fuck I spend it like it don't mean nothing Blow it like it's suposed to be blown Motherfucker
imported from Dubra Wheel jazz and shit bags Peach Snapples and pretty scalpels Renaissance I'll stick a pick in yo gut at the chapel I'll blow a nigga
sample)] Just keep away (just keep away Go on, it's not your fight!) It's not yours nigga, fall back I'm about to blow something out here Straight up,
go with Tim, the one who called Lover of God Y. E.quality S.elf, I know the natural law now It's time to get the God U and blow like mines But on the
on that block until we caught And we gon' stay showin off that jewelry that we bought And we gon' stay leavin out the stores with heavy bags Cause we
eyes Then I woke up behind Nigga either I load up these nines Or blow up with rhymes cause this flow of mine is like blow up but lines of coca And your
ears Im tryin to tell you somethin And give some love back to those who loved me 206 Court street and my second mom Tracy Little Keesha and Cole My mellow blow
pictures, mask very clear, like a spear Fallin' from the atmos, my raps soaked in the pages Kids I play with, different flavors, instant paper Yeah, yeah
stay hustlin on that block until we caught And we gon' stay showin off that jewelry that we bought And we gon' stay leavin out the stores with heavy bags
with this knuckle game. Still fuckin the street with Kutt and Kali, baby ain't nothin change (STRANGE!) A drive for no paper work, organize drive-bys
! We gon start this shit off right! (Off right!) We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight! (Come on!) This is the moment for riders and thugs Strippers in body bags
I Ain't Lookin Down But I See No One Above Me The Paper Bag Brown Wit Durty Green Money The Bank Acount Good Full Of Clean Money Fuck Chain Money, I Blow
foe "like my daddy da nigga break four with a flow put my city on the map see ours finna blow plus I'm grinding like Rick pad paper chase get doe get