DJ Silk - Major Papers lyrics

[Intro] Well alright Ha, ha Well alright All across the U.S.C Compton monster west Pomona I.E Vallejo, what ya say Sacramento, Fresco, they know I walked through the shadow of satans Straight out perpertrators Well alright Like federated But often hated [Verse 1] I used to serve them fiends Before I became a teen I met the ghetto streets And I was cold as ice cream Ghetto orientated so when street music originated Built like pieces of puzzles complicated I'm like Fred G. Sanford This is a big one honey I'm coming to join ya with some birds and money That I just jacked from this fool I see the snitch in his eye Call me mister Candid Camera Give a hater suprise I know some homies Big and back being boo Some G's kick, kack a shake groove Don't make me act a fool I'm just a pimped a** fool smoking mega sacks And we go back like dwarf hats and croaker sacks What's a studio player that's really soft It's like the Dayton Wire without the eagle knockoffs It's like mixing Pop Rocks and 7 Up; it don't mix Can I give these janky-a** fools a quick fix [Chorus] I'm about Making major papers You's about Being a major hater You busters can't see me though Game is air tight It's the worlds guinness book of haters Lets dip under P, for perpertrators Fool be colder than a roof on 95 hundred I'll jack your D's and your girl if I want it It's the worlds guinness book of pages Let's flick under F, for straight out fakers Cojones be colder than a roof on 95 hundred I'll jack yo D's and your sack if I want it [Verse 2] It's like radio Sometimes they never play me Until I went underground Like Master P Real O.G.s strictly for the homies in the game No pain no gain Just hoping that, Mr. Kane Penetentiary chances Ghetto advancements I click my romeo's three times But I know I'm not in Kansas I'm a jack of all trades Master of 1 And the thing that I mastered Is making everybody sprung Many stanky a** record labels Can eat a fat dizz-nick Got some white college fool Criticing my tune Boy ain't never been down to the ghetto Where fools slang yayo Out of broken down apartments All of a sudden he's head of the rap department I slang my tapes out the trunk of my Impala Well alright Sell 50000 units make a half a million Dollars Fool be in my mix like paparazzo Just because I went from rags to Tini and Asti Spumante So forgive me if I diss your played out crew Ya should hate the next player getting theirs When you can get yours too I'm not never find the moment Waiting for the next player to pay my bills If I can't get my respect I'mma k** at will And that's real, that's real, that's real Went from rags to skyscrapers Major papers equals major haters Hmm, yeah What Eazy say The more problems you make, the more problems you get [Chorus] I'm about Making major paper Use about Being a major hater You busters can't see me though Game is air tight It's the worlds guinness book of haters Lets dip under P, for perpertrators Fool be colder than a roof on 95 hundred I'll jack yo Z's and your girl if I want it It's the worlds guinness book of haters Let's flick under F, for straight out fakers Fool be colder than a roof on 95 hundred I'll jack yo sack and your D's if I want it [Outro] Ya understand that We act like a payphone? in here From the land of sunshine and palm trees Airbreak to shoe And you don't wanna f** with me You don't wanna f** with me I must give it up for DJ Silk Funky tie? up for me Airbreak to shoe Woo, woo Them gangster hits We got what it takes, yeah