Paper - Mac Dre

Cutthoat dope

Cop you some nigga

I keep it mackin'

Send an Anglo-Saxon to ask and get crackin'

C-notes when she come to cash in

What’s happenin'?

Gang goofy tramps catch thrashings

Action macking, focused no distraction

Cutthroat nigga end in thumping and blappin'

Every time I’m on a song you know that’s slappin'

Five-Tre-Five I’m a coach like Madden

Could never be short but small nigga you slackin'

Pussy like Toni Braxton

Slap you so hard that your backflipping backspinning

Break these busters all down in fractions

Big game hunter mayne these lames is napping

I’ma gangsta mack

I’m cold as pimp Slurpee

Make a bitch give me fifty reps a burpee

When she fuck up

I’m a pimp that’s stuck up

Loose lips get told to shut the fuck up

I’m not the sucka

You motherfucka

Dre quick to trip and go blucka blucka

40 cal slugs

Northern Cal thugs

strip they sure to have dubs

Dub sacks, dub rims and dub rocks

Heckler and Koch

them Glocks

Nigga ain’t playin'

Spray 'em, no delayin'

Twenty nine with the bag, get your scale and weigh 'em

Mushrooms and toys

And they all for sale, go see my boys

The turf is gurpin'

We smoking purpin'

Up the block in something hot

Skirt and chirpin'

We tryna get paper mayne

For the right place you could date the dame

A player tryna shine, can’t hate the rain

Love ain’t shit can’t take the pain

Drugs ain’t shit if you ain’t

Thugs ain’t shit don’t play them games

The slugs ain’t shit

Gloves no prints, no trace of names

Shells, no

I’m a thug nigga, drug dealer, cap mud peeler

done wacked me a nigga

Smack me a nigga with a

Suge and I’m fucking 'em again

It’s a goddamn shame that I come so hyphy

Thuggin' with my niggas out getting it nightly

knocks on the wrist

Get your bitch riding shot in the Benz

Fuck friends nigga

Bend the corner and I’ma lay the block down

Hurry up run, get the fuck out of town

It’s cutthroat style, bitch we wild out

Cussing like a sailor, filthy fowl mouthed

So many O’s I don’t know what to do

And fuck you

If you ain’t with me and my crew

Cutthoat nigs, bitch we some fools

We tryna get paper mayne

For the right place you could date the dame

A player tryna shine, can’t hate the rain

Love ain’t shit can’t take the pain

Drugs ain’t shit if you ain’t

Thugs ain’t shit don’t play them games

The slugs ain’t shit

Gloves no prints, no trace of names

Shells, no

Now, money is the motive

Paper is power

Cutthoat Committee

Crestside, Gateway,

Paper

Enter at your own risk

Vallejo town

Furl, proceed

I’m a 7−0-7 North bear

Do they got bomb out there?

Of course player

Porsche Carrera on my side

People looking at me like I stole my ride

I’m in my five Mercedes, new millenni

With hella ladies, on shrooms and Henny

Late night dinners, coming home from the strip club

That french hair let the bitches get picked up

This is a stick up, hands in the air

You got jewels and money you best be handing 'em here

I’m the Man of the year, simply underrated

Them other motherfuckers is simply inflated

I cause some trouble

Niggas hit the bushes when the see the X double

I’ll cut your Cletus

Stay clutching heaters

And make a motherfucker read these Adidas

We tryna get paper mayne

For the right place you could date the dame

A player tryna shine, can’t hate the rain

Love ain’t shit can’t take the pain

Drugs ain’t shit if you ain’t

Thugs ain’t shit don’t play them games

The slugs ain’t shit

Gloves no prints, no trace of names

Shells, no