Panda gang, Violent dance (x4) Panda got used to eat Just the best eucalypto leaves (x2) They ate all the eucalypto leaves Dancing a raging calypso
hustlin' on that block until we caught And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags
And I bet she always be exactly where I left her at But you know we had a bond, no ring, no paper And I don't hear this shit when I bring home paper
news Got a razor and some zipper baggies about to do the fool Cuttin' hundred dollar slabs, wholesalin' niggaz halves Gettin' money like a muthafucka serivn' niggaz bags Got the blocks all blown
late now she packin her bags 1st class iz how we do it let me cater to u let you shop till u drop spend sum paper on u wateva no matta da pleasure
From the age of 10 I used to do a paper route Just so I could see the paper round So I could splash in the corner shop And buy sweets till my teeth would
break of what Get the paper man I'm caking you know I don't give a fuck I spend it like it don't mean nothing Blow it like its supposed to be blown Motherfucker
my eyes Then I woke up behind Thinking either I load up these nines Or blow up with rhymes cause this flow of mine is like blow up but lines of coca And
B Guns imported from Dubra Wheel jazz and shit bags Peach Snapples and pretty scalpels Renaissance I'll stick a pick in yo gut at the chapel I'll blow
Just keep away Go on, it's not your fight It's not yours nigga, fall back I'm about to blow somethin' out here, straight up Yeah, this is a family thing
with Tim, the one who called lover of God Y.E.quality S.Elf, I know the natural law now It's time to get the God you and blow like mines But on the low
pictures, mask very clear, like a spear Fallin' from the atmos, my raps soaked in the pages Kids I play with, different flavors, instant paper Yeah, yeah
tonight. And I'm just gon' ride it out, 'Til my expiration date. 'Cause I go hard and the paint (?), They softer than paper plates. Make way for the
just wanna move mad bricks for all the days I never had shit Now I'm young heartless an' rich Pistols an' pussy, straight from the door Brown paper bags
Blow your head off like lunch meat Chef in the game run the country Take over the world little girl, better stay out our brunch meetin' Fuck wit' they paper
tonight! We gon start this shit off right! (Off right!) We got Tecca Nina in the house tonight! (Come on!) This is the moment for riders and thugs Strippers in body bags
I caught the throne, brain blown, honey I'm home Give me the microphone, and fools is like, "Leave me alone" Throw it up if you get high, get blow,
