letra de that nigga pap nigga pap – papoose

that n*gg* pap, n*gg* pap, n*gg* pap, n*gg* pap
that n*gg* pap, n*gg* pap, papoose

n*gg*z know me
hottest n*gg* on the streets hommie, p-a-p
the bootleggers tell me, aint seen a n*gg* this hott since 50
when these labels sign me ima lock the game up, me and kay sleezy
im a straight g, on some b-k sh*t, p-a-p

i keep my hammer tucked
picture me scared of what?
a skinny n*gg*, so i alwayz pull my pants up
(them n*gg*z tear sh*t up)who me i d*mn jump
them n*gg*z tear sh*t up, hold up let me stand up
why you [?]
you a scared f*ck
they hit cha man up, then you better man up
you aint got no d*mn guts, you god d*mn punk
stop eight ball shaving, getcha grams up
did a sweep on the block, when they ran up
you aint even give us no warning, you got us jammed up
seen em pull their vans up, you such a d*mn chump
instead of say ya man down, let em lock ya man’s up
better hand cuff me to myself, i dont share cuffs
if they handcuff me to him, ima tear him up
see i came from the bottom, but i clammed up
so all my gangstas throw ya f*cking hands up
i respect the dirty south, yeah they get it crunk
but there something i dont understand (what)
why would i let a man jump, and pop his d*mn trunk
when i can tear him up, before he even stand up
see you scared to take a risk, but you aint tuff
papoose take more risk than handcuffs
n*gg*z say they looking for me
they wanna blare me up
looking where, im over here like dandruff
see see them n*gg*z chased you down
said you was running to get your rachet
you never came back, you ran cause you a f*ggot
u like to send them wolves at n*gg*s, you give em rachets
u might even c*ck the gun, but you never clap it
go ahed send them wolves at me, send them b*st*rds
i bet you i’ll smoke everyone of them little b*st*rds
wolves move around in packs, i know their tactics
hommie i smoke a pack a day, i gotta have it
i never shoot with my bad hand, i gotta clap with the hand
i bag crack with
when i re-up, i keep a drug attic with me, i open the plastic
let them test it on the spot, i dont f*ck with no cabbage
i cant stand middle men, the f*ck up your cabbage
he tried to get his pc, so he wants you to have it
when i go to cop grams, i dont come with those f*ggots
im like a brand new house, i come with a attic
you know that n*gg* at the dice game holding a bank
got everybody under pressure cause he roll with a eight
they be scared to beat his point and it shows in his face
even when he throw a duece, they be hoping they ace
but while you raising your voice, hommie lower your base
your body bluffin’ is a total discrace
deep down inside you dont want no parts of me
you aint got no heart, if you aint talking about no money, what cha tounge gon’ talk
when i run up on you, that gun gon’ spark
you like a n*gg* who getting a shape up, you dont want no parts
i just dip from the narks, cuz im on the grind
i sent my dimes ten dollars, dont bring me mine
i aint taking no shorts when it come to mine
while all ya n*gg*s take more shorts than boosters in the summer time

n*gg*z know me
hottest n*gg* on the streets hommie, p-a-p
the bootleggers tell me, aint seen a n*gg* this hott since 50
when these labels sign me ima lock the game up, me and kay sleezy
im a straight g, on some b-k sh*t, p-a-p

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