Papoose - Hail Mary - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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While ya’ll was winning Grammy’s, I was gripping jammies I know you niggas fear me, cause I spit it scary All the dead rappers, I resurrect them daily This is Hail Mary Who got the thugs grabbing they semis? (Papoose) Who got the bad broads grabbing they titties? (Papoose) Who the nicest out of New York City? (Papoose) You don’t exist, son of a bitch, vamoose! These rappers don’t want to be introduced to me Maybe because I got too much Papoose in me I drop too much material exclusively It’s because I’m everything that he used to be A lot of shit would be way different if Moose was free But Moose is free now, motherfucker, Moose in me I represent the boy well, even Snoop could see I bang like he in the booth with me I don’t trust you as far as I could throw you, truthfully I'll throw you, don’t come on the roof with me I rock canary yellow diamonds at your eulogy Kill you like vitamins, I got juice in me All the old school rappers, I rep them all the time Now whose Jesus piece rules in '05? I make the motherfucking ground shake wherever I walk at Dirty South, West Coast, where the fuck is New York at? It’s right here homie, got Nike Airs on me, you know me Keep tight gear on me, your ice wear rollies, for surely Don’t like near bogey but light queers slowly for surely Don’t fight fair homie your light stares only provoke me You play tough Tony get left holy moly for doly Joey Chromey homie owe me homie don’t even know me Sipping moey fat roly-poly phony bologna I give him a slice, you like anchovies, you phony I’m Shaq, you Kobe, I’m Kunta, you Toby I do my dirt up on my lonely You do your dirt with a co-D I’d rather be a prisoner than a parolee Don’t want to own no time, I’d rather time own me The upcoming rapper, I represent duke Who want to play monopoly? This is Papoose! You grew up on the block, I hustled and banged on it Parked the all black Lex, a buzz and a chain on it I’m thorough on the block, you’re a troublesome lame on it Think you’re making songs cause you mumble a name on it? Why would I make a song and put your nickname on it When I got a bullet with your government name on it? Proud on the block, you should be ashamed on it Blood, tears are streamed on it I’m the moment of silence uh, slump you on your hallway banister A lot of you niggas be wearing wires and cameras Listening to my shit, biting like Dracula You an amateur, the only one nicer than me is myself So why battle ya? I go on 106th & Park if I’m the champion and the challenger Ain’t drop an album, but a legend like Acura, I spit spectacular Your man got you carrying a gun, you ain’t going to bust a 40 caliber You like a person with HIV, you a carrier Engaged to the 12 gauge, I’m going to marry her Crush all of your barriers, they say pressure busts pipes But only crackheads fuck with pipes The only thing pressure do is get me hyped I spit hard, like Mike Tyson when he strike True champion like Michael Jordan, I’m precise Take shots like Michael Bibby do all night Badder than Michael Jackson before he fucked up his life Analyze the comparisons and all of the likes Tell the facts like Michael- strong, always right I got the characteristics of five elite Mike’s So it’s impossible for me to get three mics
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