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
Regals with white walls, 20 inch with screens fall Michael Jackson off the wall, to MJG and 8Ball Screw house to wrecking flows, to BET on videos Zig-zags and yellow bags
't 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
it away Don?t wanna see us living good Wanna take it away Get my momma out the hood for it take her away Chop game like it?s wood, cause? it?s paper
what 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
sin Shots are here, blows of weed and high speed Paddy deep, immortal Niggas ride with me [Verse 2: E.D.I of the Outlawz] Is it politics or paper Ghetto
down, its baskin an dried out, sparks poppin from the ground it's commin out my mouth, bitch don't get mad, go get yo bags an roll wit it, or stay the
I wanna meet, and places I've been diein' to see, no hope in sellin' coke or dope I'm goin' back to sleep, now lie awake with paper bags cash under feet
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
(feat. Raekwon) [Raekwon] Old dro bottles, and blow, blowin from both zones Layin in them Tahoes we own the projo's Three for tenement we in the lobby
a bad boy, get trash bags full of cash boy I'm in a Vanquish not a Jag boy Why u mad boy, cause u ketch cabs boy And u gettin paid less paper den my bag
(feat. Jermaine Riley) [Chipmunk] From the age of 10 I used to do a paper round Just so I could see the paper round So I could splash in the porna shop
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
fuck up to my index Bench press rappers doing sets with my Syntax Ain't nothin' new motherfucker man i been black Impact, remember Malcom X wore a pimp hat You paper
tonight. And I'm just gon' ride it out, Til my expiration date. 'Cause I go hard and the paint [? ], They softer than paper plates. Make way for the
most are prototypes Post your snipes all over Babylon You're too spaced out, sound requires air to travel on Pack the bags, another mission to complete
Paper, paper, paper, paper, yeah Paper, paper, paper, paper, what Paper, paper, paper, paper, yeah Paper, paper, yo [Chorus x2: Dom Pachino] Paper, paper
