Текст песни Paula Perry - Paula`s Jam
Paula Perry - Paula`s Jam слова песни
YeahWhat?UhUh(I keep it) ( *echo* )(I keep it) ( *echo* )(I keep it) ( *echo* )(I keep it) ( *echo* )(I keep it real like that) --> Mad Skillz[ CHORUS ]To all you Lo-sportin, herb-puffin niggas pumpin jacks(I keep it real like that)To all you chickenhead brothers that`s posin and can`t rap(I keep it real like that)To all the project heads gettin g`s in fat stacks(I keep it real like that)Paula Perry represent Brooklyn like that[ VERSE 1: Paula Perry ]I gets harder than a penis strokin, pokin, I got you openWet you up like some pussy that`s soaken moistHear my voice, you got no choiceBut to lay low on the cut, nigga what?Fuck around and get that ass Bucked like ShotMy peeps up top be handlin, got it locked like a key holeHerbin niggas like DeeboEvery Friday you`ll see it my wayDrivin down the highway in my Land CruiserThumbs down to all you losersBlinded by my rims as it spins (spins)Paula Perry here I come again settin trends (trends)You ain`t got no wins (wins)You could never reach the levelOf this rap rebelQueen of treble and bassI bring the shit to yo face(Nigga)(I keep it) ( *echo* )(I keep it) ( *echo* )(I keep it real like that) --> Mad SkillzTo all you Lo-sportin, herb-puffin niggas pumpin jacks(I keep it real like that)To all the project heads gettin g`s in fat stacks[ VERSE 2: Paula Perry ]Pulverizin MC`s into smithereensWhen you step into the realms of the Queen of Fort GreeneBitches be on that nag `n allFrontin like they packin ammunitionAs soon as it get real they get missiinMy click is thicker than the dick of a stick-figured niggaHipper-than-an-opotamus, follow missAll up and down Myrtle Ave.See, I got soldiers that`ll tear the frame out yo assComin from all directions and sectionsWipin shit out like wet onesFulton ( ? ), so all you cornballs get readyCarvin through crews, just call me Paula MacheteAnd you Confetti, MC`s I`m tossinGettin rid of you like an abortionSo take precaution (Nigga)[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3: Paula Perry ]All of you egotistical lyrical individualsThat think you`re criminal materialYou never pulled a heist in your lifeYou straight sheist in your lifeMy whole crew is livin trifeYo style, I wouldn`t say it`s versatileCause you been slippiin somebody else`s lyrics all the whileThat`s foul, don`t got no skills and get you filledYou wanna battle? I`ll eat that ass up like a mealHerb you, I`ll subvert you, serve youMy corniest rhymes`ll have you cryinAnd you`ll be nailed like a cuticleYour rhymes ain`t suitableEnough, or rough enough like a riderBasically I dream of riches, you dream of bein meI dream I`m ill, you`re never seein meNo doubt, that shit is out, booDon`t even waste your time, kid(Don`t even waste your time, kid)[ CHORUS ]YeahYeahCheck it outUhPaula Perry`s on the riseYeahMasta Ase in your faceINCTryina beFulton [Name] ClickGhetto Wise GuysWe on the rise, yeahCheck it outUhYeah