Papoose That Nigga Pap, Nigga Pap Lyrics

That n____ pap, n____ pap, n____ pap, n____ pap
That n____ pap, n____ pap, PAPOOSE

n____s know me
Hottest n____ on the streets?
Homie P-A-P
The bootleggers tell me
Ain't seen a n____ this hot since 50
When these labels sign me I'ma lock the game up
Me and Kay Sleezy
I'm a straight G, on some BK s___
P-A-P

I keep my hammer tuck
Picture me scared of what
A skinny n____, so I always pull my pants up
(Them n____s tear s___ up)
Homie I dam jump
Them n____s tear s___ up?
Hold on let me stand up
Why you pickin scrams up?
Yous a scared f___
They hit your mans up, then you better man up
You ain't got no dam guts
You god dam punk
Stop 8' ball shavin, get you grams up
Did a sweep on the block, when they ran up
You ain't even give us no warning, you got us jamed up
Seen em' pull the vans up, you such a dam chump
Instead of sayin man down, let em' lock your mans up
Better handcuff me to myself, I don't share cuffs
If they handcuff me to him, I'ma tear him up
See I came from the bottom, but I climbed up
So all my gangsters throw ya f___in hands up
I respect the dirty south, yea they get it crunk
But it something I don't understand
Why wold I let a man jump, and pop his dam trunk
When I could tear him up before he even stand up
See you scared to take a risk, but you playin tough
Papoose take more risk(wrist) then hand cuffs
n____s say they lookin for me
They wanna blam me up
Lookin where I'm over here(hair) like dandruff
See them n____s chased you down
Said you was runnin to get your ratchet
You never came back, you ran cuz you a f__got
You like to send the wolves at n____s, and give em' ratchets
You might even c___ed the gun, but you never clap it
Go on send them wolves at me, send em' b______s
I bet you I smoke every one of them lil b______s
Wolves move around in packs, I know their tactics
Homie I smoke a pack a day, I gotta habit
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 addict with me
I open the plastic, let em' test it on the spot
I don't f___ with no garbage
I can't stand middle-men, they f___ up your cabbage
He tryna get his p.c, so he want you to have it
When I go to cop grams, I don't come with them f__gots
I'm like a brand new house, I come with a attic (addict)
You know that n____ at the dice game, holdin the bank
Got everybody under pressure, cuz he rolls with a 8
They be scared to beat his point, and it shows in they face
Even when he throws a deuce, they be hopin they ace
But why you raisin your voice, homie lower your bass
Your body bluffin is a total disgrace
Deep down inside you don't want no part to me
You ain't got not heart
If you aint talkin about no money with your tongue, don't talk
When I run up on you, that gun gon' spark
You like a n____ who gettin a shape up, you don't want no parts
I just dip from the narcs, cuz I'm on the grind
I said my dimes 10 dollars, don't bring me 9
I ain't takin no shorts when it comes to mine
Why all yall n____s take more shorts then boosters in the summer time

n____s know me
How this n____ on the streets?
Homie P-A-P
The bootleggers tell me
Ain't seen a n____ this hot since 50
When these labels sign me I'ma lock the game up
Me and Kay Sleezy
I'm a straight G, on some BK s___
P-A-P