Paper Chase

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah 1-9 Street Records, on that ass (It don't stop, we don't quit, it don't stop, we the shit) Shoshot, my homeboys, Coco Loc, Lil' Style, Lil' Tip This how we do this shit (It don't stop, we don't quit, Long Beach, we the shit) [Verse 1: Coco Loc] Just see how much money can one black man make Before he brake, start to shake, and then proceed to take Either it's meant to be or it's not Make the wrong move, get shot; it was part of the plot See I gotta have a knot if the procedure won't stop Model to make it all pop and keep shakin' the cop Keeps some eggs around my crops and break a butt of the pops It's funny to watch bitches jock when a six-deuce hop Tryna stack paper on the paper chase at a fast pace In the worst way, I need chips without catchin' a case A young outlaw, outcast, the black sheep of 'em all Position the shot, call big time, not small - kingpins don't fall I gotta get mine, paper makes the world go round So when it goes down, prepare for the showdown - it can get low down Niggas is scandalous and tore down, that's why I hang wit' G niggas Who was trained for the throw down [Verse 2: Shoshot] Check this out, let me put y'all up on game I came to gain fame with this rap shit, heard I can make some snaps quick In '96, you need chips just to kick it Everybody paper chasin' tryna make that meal ticket Even bitches on the grind - nigga, times is hard You eat and starve and find a way to pull a cool [?] I done it all; slung water, weed, speed Jack niggas for some D's on some ki's all on the same streets just to eat 'Cause it seems like survival of the fittest And niggas is tryna get us if we let 'em get wit' us But it is a known fact, I jack and pack straps Attacks of any nigga tryna get me for my snaps Just ask somebody about that nigga, Coco 'Cause if you don't know, you fuck around and catch a slug from my fo'-fo' [Verse 3: Lil' Tip] Now as the sun beams down on my back Black cats and black shacks, black hats wit' black lac's and fact I got a strap all time, I'm on my P's and Q's So if ya creepin' from the back, I bet I see them fools I'm out for money, any nigga trippin' fool gon' get blasted Like the last did; it was tragic how it happened Up early in the mornin', 'bout six to be exact And then I hopped out my window, tossed out my croacasacks While I pull down my beanie to across my eyebrows I got the early morning joint in the car - I'm high now I'm in the cut tryna post up to stay away from trouble 'Cause if one time catch me slippin', for sho' I'm doin' double When I label, Gangsta Riders straight puttin' it down Little Tip don't spit shit, but them platinum sounds [Verse 4: Lil' C-Style] Fresh out of jail and blue khakis, pockets filled wit' C-notes On my way to a dice game in the Carmelitos From there to 17th and Alamitos 'Cause I heard the flossy Benz [?], they got the pillows Ain't no hit like a hit when ya fresh out And if you don't smoke weed, then you don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout But if you do, you can feel me 'Cause it ain't like dog food or crack - a whole ounce couldn't kill me So wave yo' blunts and yo' zags if you feel me Word on the street, them other niggas wanna kill me 'Cause I'm back ballin' now And ain't nothin' in my life that can bring me down Thank God I found out that my bitch wasn't down Now it's all about my money and just me now Lil' Style, same nigga known for slangin' pounds and shakin' dice And breakin' dice games down, I'm twenty two and don't fuck around [Dialogue: Coco Loc] Haha, paper chase West coast style, 19th Street Records But this shit ain't done 'til we done heard from the big gun Mr. Tracy Deee [Verse 5: Big Tray Deee] When my baby need shoes, Tray Deee leave crews in ashes Gettin' free tickets, not includin' passes Layin' niggas down like cashes Askin' no questions, directions straight to where the cash is Up the product, try to lock up I'm not up for no tricks, so trip and get shot up Don't give a fuck about one time Dumb mind like a motherfuckin' soldier on the front line Come time for that heat to blaze I slang dumb-dumb slugs out the G and race Won't catch me and stretch me life without Long as I got breath and my Tec spit out I'm a menace in this business, I rob the tape Takin' risk for the chips that I squab to make Paper chasin' presidents every since my youth Out for loot, cute bitches, khaki suits, and Coupes Moon roof on gold D's and four G's Cold streets, blessed only for OG's Meanwhile, C-Style how we get put down The hard, beauregard, weak niggas get took down