I Get My Paper-Cassidy/Swizz Beatz

歌手 : Cassidy / Swizz Beatz

专辑 : B.A.R.S. The Barry Adrian Reese Story

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:40

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TXT I Get My Paper-Cassidy/Swizz Beatz 文本歌词

Chorus: (x2)

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block/

I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you/

Verse 1:

Look, if you deal coke and you still broke, start grindin' more homes/

Cause I'm a drug connaisseur homes/

In the hood, good jobs is hard to find, like dinosaur bones/

I'm tryin'a start shinin' more, homes/

That's why I make 'em 'Hurry up and buy', like that China store, homes/

Cause they'll give you time for a dime or more stones/

And tellin' ain't my twist, I ain't that kinda boy, homes/

But a lot of niggaz singin' like the Commodores, homes/

I'm ridin' when it's time for war, homes/

The chrome on my hip, could flip a fully grown dinosaur, homes/

I'm the kinda boy known to split domes when I palm the Taurus/

And spray rounds that could lay down a Tyrannosaurus/

My mind like a thesaurus, I'ma shine regardless/

My brain a dictionary, lames I'm quick to bury/

I spit scriptures and put pictures on obituaries/

So getcha own sound, tha Hustla home, now/

Chorus: (x4)

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block/

I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you/

Verse 2:

E'ry bar that I write, like a brick of that hard white/

I truly been blessed, this a gift from the Lord Christ/

But yo, if you livin' the hard life/

You can't give back the hand you was dealt, so play ya cards right/

They say you ain't promised them all, right?/

So I stay in them streets, like a deer that stay in that car lights/

With the highbeams on, and the fog lights lit/

I get, my lean on, on some boss type sh*t/

Until, my cream gone, I'ma ball like this/

In my all-white-T, and my all-white-kicks/

And I still toss the white on that strip, that's why I floss like this/

With the frostbite wrists, cause we all quite rich/

I love this life/

I threw different colour ice, and my cross like Swiss/

And all I give broads is hard-type dick/

Have them twirlin' they tongue, yeah, I know I got a girl and a son/

But um, this a man's world, I'm as thorough as they come/

Chorus: (x4)

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block/

I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you/

Verse 3:

I'm from a block where niggas get it poppin' at/

Where cats is known for boxin' and poppin' gats/

But you gotta aim low, when you poppin' that/

Cause that hot sh*t got kick, like a soccer match/

I'm from where the M1s and the choppers at/

Philly, where you could come to go gun shoppin' at/

You rockin' Plat, got ya chain with the watch to match/

Watch ya back, cause you gone if you ain't got ya gat/

Cats'll jack ya Pops if he ain't got a strap/

Cats'll rob ya Mom if she got a stack/

Cause niggaz tryina' get paid/

And niggaz not tryina' get waves when they rockin' the stockin' cap/

'Round the way, they gotta go n' make pots of crack/

And you'll spend like 24 for a block o' that/

My niggaz tryina' get the cheese, but no, not to rat/

I'm from a block where snitchin' ain't an option at/

Chorus: (x4)

I get my paper on my block, I get my paper from my block/

I get my paper all the time, I keep tellin' you/