Stack'n Paper

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It's, so phenomenal, it's no optical illusion
 I give you a transfusion
 I'm from L.A.C. with West coast hustle
 It's a worldwide ride from L.A. to Brussels
 Def Jams like Russell and I'm gettin older
 Yo check the Blueprint homey just like Hova
 Plannin to take over, the streets are mine
 I couldn't get away if I tried to run away blind
 We're attached to the hip, like my sig in my clip
 Gettin money, gettin honies you know fish 'n chips
 From the belly to L.B., what can you tell me
 It ain't healthy, you fuckin with us
 I didn't come for any foolishness, I'm so cool with this
 I make you Stand Up like my name was Ludacris
 I can lift you, and never pretend to
 Be somethin I'm not so I never offend you c'mon
 Straight up we stackin our paper
 We got no time to waste either
 True life don't come with no favors
 Gimme time and I'll make you believers
 Straight up we stackin our paper
 We got no time to waste either
 True life don't come with no favors
 Gimme time and I'll make you believers
 I've, played the game and you heard my name
 And I've laid to waste so many lames it's off the chain
 People come and go every day, but family stays
 I guess it just depends, on how you were raised
 For my success you givin me praise and poppin champagne
 Blazin up the sticky kush, on my campaign
 I'm, highly trained to provide you with joy and pain
 Keep it movin don't ever stop, just let it rain
 We whippin through L.A.C. in the candy cars
 That bounce, like the honies when they dance on bars
 I love my city, and everything in it
 Summertime don't miss it in Cali or you'll regret it
 So many hot birds, God damn they fly
 So much kush weed can't help but to get you high
 Come in peace or you're leavin in pieces
 You're dealin with the cold clique as the heat increases
 Heat it up
 Straight up we stackin our paper
 We got no time to waste either
 True life don't come with no favors
 Gimme time and I'll make you believers
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 I relate to the thug ones, those are my loved ones
 I represent for all of those who live where I come from
 I relate to the hustle cause I don't like starvin
 Fuck with the bread, triggers get squeezed like Charmin
 I relate to the ballers cause I get my figures
 You want a piece of mine but you can't buy that nigga
 They say people are plastic, in the City of Angels
 And it's dangerous, when you go talkin to strangers
 You might run into a banger, them boys with colors
 Then hammers start clickin like camera shutters
 Be careful of any shit talkin you might utter
 I don't wanna scare you but you need to take some cover
 We livin with the beauty and beast, I'm doin my duty
 But beast is lookin for a little release
 This world is so cold, but you wanna grow old
 In life there's no hold, in the game I don't fold
 I rock shows in the House of Blues
 Over beats that J. Stoner made to make you move
 And it Feels So Good, but I ain't Tony
 It's the realest heart homey not made for phonies
 Straight up we stackin our paper
 We got no time to waste either
 True life don't come with no favors
 Gimme time and I'll make you believers
 Straight up we stackin our paper
 We got no time to waste either
 True life don't come with no favors
 Gimme time and I'll make you believers
 

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Duration
04:22
Key
1
Tempo
95 BPM

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