Представляем точный текст композиции "Where Da Paper At'" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Cha Cha . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Where Da Paper At'» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Cha Cha передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Cha Cha - "Where Da Paper At'"
Lyrics to Where Da Paper At' : [Cha Cha] Hey yo, you niggaz wasnt expecting me Jump out the S.E. wit Betsy and any one of you broadz dat test me Now lets see if I can keep it heated, when I spit it Where Da Paper At Run it, told you I gotta get it Cuz Ill run thru yo neighborhood, just to find yo address And make you give up everything you got from under your mattress Half you broadz is hectic, dealin with the realest The reason why they got you in this room Without no witness and Im runnin thru this business No matter who it be So this whole industry better get cool with me Cause see, these men adore me This light skin, manicured, this paper Hand it to her, dont make me get Sandy do it Mandatory and they hate that the reason why I chase that Too late cuz Im gon get that Aint nuttin but a 8 stack And aint no getttin away from that, baby boy, Im takin that Aint no sense in statin that (one more time) WHERE DA PAPER AT' [Memphis Bleek] If the wars on, get it on my nigga You gon form the law once the four bark, nigga Plus the crack you sell wont match yo bell You a fifty ride supa, duke, relax and chill Yo I know the street, plus I roll with the heat Bleek wrap niggaz, clap niggaz, go against the fleet If you a poster don, how a nigga cant eat I live ya four plus three feet deep You villinager ass niggaz got one shot the fuck up Finish no album, you done fucked up Get missin, get yo own shit twisted, get felt unidentified Nigga I aint bullshittin The streets is mine and Im on a paper chase, caked up wit work Label me a heavyweight, Im knee deep in crack, keep the gat Sit low in the acc, where dat paper at' [Black Child] Where Da Paper At' Is it in this rap shit' Do I gotta kidnap, peel out and gat slap a bitch' At one point or another I chose to do sticks I couldnt even go for hitin hoez with this dick If I thro you a brick, roll they ballz to nips When I ask where my paper at' Have my chipz If you dont have half my shit, have half this clip Dassit, unless you gon pass yo bitch Im into pimpin murderin and credit card skams When I was sellin coke I wanted a hundred a grand You want a niggaz smoke I want a hundred and fifty grand I gotta feed my fam, fuck goin hand in hand And my kidz is gon have what I aint have Like cash that they stashin and bubblez in they bath If you blast, then we blast first For the dinero, we leavin niggaz in the dirt [Berreta] Now how notorious is criminals in Bejing' Been on the run for indictments since 18 Beyond the world seen, corookin, seen the world tooken Its mad how I shook u out the game like hey, gimmie the cash Or I let this glock pop like propane, I touch niggaz from any range Leavin them wet, I got dogz that tap and invest on the internet Get a vet witout a dog, then sell 4000 gatz Muthafuckaz dont undertand what this industry is all about fuck that shit niggaz is crazy, got our blocks open for months There aint no way to hide bitch, Where da paper, yall hoez done ran out of town bitch You better have a mil now Or I toss yo wig Turn yo species to allices, now here wintness, real niggaz do real crimes Wit black pieces, my game is at its deepest and Im rhymin tight Consecutive low rider, pushin 1.5 Be a part or be a victim, me an yo objective is the same, but me Im gettin em Like time is mone, nigga, you aint realizin, that every exchange that I cook is in the piein Any market up in the street Im downisizin, its all dead in the ear like Im prizin What.... [Throw Down] Respect the compition my game is con Im rappin all them niggaz up, dismantlin them in the pond Yall broadz wanna touch the devil, fuck a Beanie Seag That bitch I slit his throat Money addiction that shit done got me goin around like money listin At hand is whats gon get you and yo man missin See the morgue, give you more of the c-4 under the transmisson Watch him blow for he hit the ground And garanteed if I miss you my manll get you And fuck who standin wit you when he can he hit you Cause me and Ja hittin them shit that you were scared to do Wit me and Ja runnin yo shit, go shit yop pantz u do Its too late for that' You gon stay for that' Trust me you gon pay for that, nigga where da paper at' [Ja Rule] Come on Come on Ja...the Fallen angel...in the world of lights Im the true so take notice to New Yorks Finest Yall gon remember me wit Alzheimers, the unforgettable Thug, slash, political, nigga, slash spirital Not the typical, average mind youre used to Mentality crucail, bitches get it too Im not hearing you, question is, do you hear me' If not let me introduce yall to nine Milly Its a damn shame the game you played you lost Gotta kill a nigga on that same line you crossed Wit that line hell keep his fingers crossed I cant call it, I wasnt the one you wanted to go to war wit And every night I drink about it, baby, Im turnin alkoholic Gotta shop', Call it '''' Somebody died for the paper' Not you and I' Nigga and you stay scared, I see it in yo eyez... Uh ..... [ Where Da Paper At' Lyrics ]
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