If the Papes Come

Lyrics

The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away
 But not Hip-Hop yo, ha-ha-ha
 And let it be known that we are on some um
 Ehh ahh, uhh, a-chicka-uhh
 Ehh ahh, uhh, a-chicka-uhh
 And this ain't on the pop tip yo!
 Are y'all kids tucked in? (Yeah)
 Here we go
 People in the audience, they cry out "hoe"
 People with a gun, yo they'll cry out "bo!"
 I don't like a cop, I don't sell a rock
 But still the kanga's clock me, after a show
 Standin' on the stage and we're pourin' with sweat
 To people in the crowd I give what they get
 Papers make paid, babies make laid
 I don't really worry, nor do I fret
 Waitin' for the gimme and boy I got some
 Sweat like a peach and tart like a plum
 I thought what I think, I rock a bead-link
 Legally, I'll sip when I turn 21
 A letter to the homeboy that freaked the head dome
 The army wants me to drop my microphone
 Gotta be brief, no orders from a chief
 Hot butter on what, say what, the popcorn
 On the tour bus, we hit the truck stop
 A dollar for some chips, a quarter for some pop
 We laugh and giggle some, Phife kiss the honeybuns
 Ali Shaheed Muhammad keeps talkin' that shop
 The brothers cruise on as we Quest, for the check
 Callin' up Famous to see, if it's there yet
 Not a bourgeoise, hate the seminar
 Ignorant flip, hey Miss you must jet
 Flex for the funkiest, buts start to bounce
 Measure Hip-Hop for weight, by the ounce
 Bush on the tush, you're pullin' while I push
 Play me for the punk then puss, feel the pounce
 It's like that y'all (keep on)
 Freak freak y'all (keep on)
 It's like that y'all (keep on)
 Freak freak y'all (keep, on)
 It's like that y'all (keep on)
 Freak freak y'all (keep on)
 It's like that y'all (keep on)
 Freak freak y'all (keep on)
 If the papes come, yo, yo, I won't riff
 I just sit down and get me a spliff
 With mines I was born, a child of the corn
 Molecules of the land they uplift
 Levels is straight, in fact they're rectified
 Adrenaline now is crazy multiplied
 Four and four is eight, the fraction makes the plate
 I make sure the Tribe is in
 With the quickness you bare the witness
 Flexin' and pumpin' with the fitness
 Movin' it uhh, doin' it uhh
 Those who oppose must hit the s-list
 Doin' it, doin' it with the whole frame
 Look what's in the mind and not in the brain
 On this you can quote, we on a diffy note
 Quest for the future, 'stead of the fame
 191 brothers grabbin' they thingies
 Forgot the name, oh, equivalent to Jimmy
 Slip a little bit, you think I have to quit
 Ali Shaheed Muhammad, with the singy-singy
 Slammin' with a slammy you front, on the case
 Right or left nut, Ali plays the ace
 Do what you do, flam for a crew
 Bonita Applebum blows smoke in Sha's face
 Slang for the? I must, if ya have
 Dribble hops out giggle, yo proper term is laugh
 Brothers who are snakes, I label them as fakes
 Instincts to travel up the hood path, c'mon
 It's like that y'all (keep on)
 Freak freak y'all (keep on)
 It's like that y'all (keep on)
 It's like that y'all (keep on)
 It's like that y'all (keep on)
 Freak freak y'all (keep on)
 It's like that y'all (keep on)
 Freak freak y'all (keep on)
 Thank you
 As you all know, you just can't believe
 Everything you see and hear, can you?
 Now if you'll excuse me
 I must be on my way
 

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Duration
04:14
Key
1
Tempo
96 BPM

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