《R.I.P.》歌词

[00:05:12] (Paul Wall Intro)

[00:05:12] I go by the name of Paul Wall The People's Champ

[00:05:12] And I'm pullin' down with my partna Papoose baby

[00:05:12] They talkin' bout...

[00:05:12] (Paul Wall)

[00:05:12] Kick the door down, weighed glock, bag the money, gimme all that you got,

[00:05:12] Than its back to the hood, for a all night flight, tryin to slang a lick at the gamblers spot,

[00:05:12] All or nothin, win or lose, grind all day, no time to snooze,

[00:05:12] Stack o' cash, one dolla at a time, just earnin' stripes, and payin my do's,

[00:05:12] 5-9, 5-8, South Lee, South Bake, Lil E, Big Mix, my partna Bowdy, pour up the drank,

[00:05:12] Getcha eagle on flip a bird, 16 deep can buy you a brick,

[00:05:12] Plus that clock go stone for stone, gram for gram, lick for lick,

[00:05:12] Ova night celebrity in the streets, bust a move feet to feet,

[00:05:12] Cut the corner, slide off in the wind, and its back to the block for a meet n greet,

[00:05:12] Where's the drank? Where's the dro? Where's the whip? Where's the blow?

[00:05:12] Pop seal, pour a fo', fire up the piff, light n blow,

[00:05:12] I'm comin straight from dat Houston, Texas, I got the tech, who's next wit plex?

[00:05:12] I do yo a**, like a garbage fest, I'll peal yo shell n snap yo neck,

[00:05:12] It's Paul Wall no need to explain, emerged from the game in a slab on swang,

[00:05:12] Sip the drank, take it straight to the brain, I'm f**kin' round with that Drama King,

[00:05:12] (Paul Wall & Papoose)

[00:05:12] I'm on that 16 loop, down in that Houston baby

[00:05:12] I'm on Atlantic Ave. Hip hop, police hate me,

[00:05:12] I'm posted up, I'm toasted up, I'm getting mine, New York Times,

[00:05:12] The clock is tickin, time is money, partna its goin down

[00:05:12] (Papoose)

[00:05:12] You see folks, hit you wit the poetry notes, Flow league, low key, O-G's dope,

[00:05:12] The coke freak, d**e feen, off a ski slope, talk to police, nope,

[00:05:12] Yo homies, no pito, the homey keep toast, turn ur ghostwriter to a holy ghost,

[00:05:12] Quick to pull a shank on the old ski coach, you can hokie poke,

[00:05:12] I drink so much, I cry liquor, wipe my tears wit c notes, I smoke so much weed, I fart w**d smoke,

[00:05:12] I wonder a the moment she spoke, you know I like a woman with a mint coat n a deep throat,

[00:05:12] And ma I think your crazy if you don't deep throat, you serve no purpose like a slow speed boat,

[00:05:12] I'm sworn to the hood, took the og oath, the homies toast to the song P wrote (uh)

[00:05:12] On this s**t I don't need votes, you 'bout to getcha hood, pass me voc,

[00:05:12] You can't afford this ice, he broke, 4-5, b***h 4-5-6 c-low,

[00:05:12] I smoke brown like my name nino, I'm Papoose, underground king no,

[00:05:12] Kiss the bling-bling ho, my ching-ching do'or let tha ding-ding go, like a sing-sing row, (uh)

[00:05:12] Why ya'll talk wheezy, 'fore I, grip I, pull out the toasta, come back an kill em like Piper Sosa,

[00:05:12] Eat em like Pondarosa, touch em like Tony Toka, push range rova's wit shoulda, holdsta, this verse is ova.

[00:05:12] I'm on that 16 loop, down in that Houston baby

[00:05:12] I'm on Atlantic Ave. Hip hop, police hate me,

[00:05:12] I'm posted up, I'm toasted up, I'm getting mine, New York Times,

[00:05:12] The clock is tickin, time is money, partna its goin down

[00:05:12] (Paul Wall)

[00:05:12] What it do, it's Paul Wall the people's champ, n dat boi Papoose,

[00:05:12] My pockets fat like bruise, bruise, cause I'm goin' hangin round do'ors spot like a noose,

[00:05:12] I'm goin' hard, on tha block, posted up like Jermaine O'Neal,

[00:05:12] If you scared take yo a** back home, turn on tha tube n watch Dr. Phil,

[00:05:12] Watch n learn, clock???, no sleep just crash n burn,

[00:05:12] Paint tha slab, weigh tha trunk, bolted up, than bounce n turn,

[00:05:12] On Bay Bridge, wit tha undaground king, shakin bike logs, stayin afloat,

[00:05:12] It's tha Street Sweepers an tha Swishahouse, Paul Wall, Papoose dat's all she wrote.

[00:05:12] (Papoose)

[00:05:12] Paul Wall n Papoose, we ride her, shortay in tha back, wit a back lookin proper,

[00:05:12] Face like a model, n a match wit da prada, little time n she mine, I'm time her,

[00:05:12] Popped in tha night, so I popped up beside her, popped 2 bottles, than I popped my colla,

[00:05:12] I didn't have a pen, she gave me eye liner, wrote her phone numba on a back of a dolla,

[00:05:12] She crumbled it up, n put it in her v****a, shortay was a turnt out freak like Madonna,

[00:05:12] Then I seen her friend lookin betta right behind her, took my dolla back matta fact, I'm a holla!

[00:05:12] You nigga's is imposters, we eatin like we mobsters, Street Sweepers n Swishahouse, you f**kin wit some monsta's.

[00:05:12] I'm on that 16 loop, down in that Houston baby

[00:05:12] I'm on Atlantic Ave. Hip hop, police hate me,

[00:05:12] I'm posted up, I'm toasted up, I'm getting mine, New York Times,

[00:05:12] The clock is tickin, time is money, partna its goin down