Paper Trippin' Lyrics

Whassup Nate?

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's (dem
dolla dolla dollars)
Ain't afraid to bust back, paper's all I need (we rider
rider riders)
Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's (yeah,
yeah)
Ain't afraid to bust back, paper's all I need

[WC]
Check it out
What they hittin fo'? Look I'm sick of all this chattin
Bullshit rappin, let's really get it a-crackin
Y'all niggaz ain't ready fo' a nigga that's gettin
paper
Foe scraper, dice shaker, the white, Chuck Taylors
Dark fat laces and fetti with big-ass faces
Blue gators (?), X.O. by the cases
The rider ringleader with weed and my zag smashin
Ya bang ambassador, givin it up back at'cha blastin ya
Off brand assassin-er, jackin for figures c'mon
Totalled up a rock, with a repetitive offender
The purple tinter, the big spender
The realest nigga you know, smellin like doe doe and
Pruno
Sick with the flow, swangin low-lows and Harleys
Gather the guests at my mansions and throw my parole
parties
Ex criminal turned corporate; elevated my game to
worldwide nation
Tippin on paper trippin nia

[Chorus]

[WC]
Big beans or big wings or big screens
Befo' y'all stands a ghetto nigga with big dreams
I throw the dice, close my eyes and rich roll 'em

Take my handkerchief and fold 'em, y'all know the slogan
Riders don't worry multiply shift gears
Toss fingers in the sky, f*ck hoes and stay high
The bigger the lick the bigger the hit to cash it all
So whether they ready or not I'm snatchin it all
Wood grains and chrome frames the mode is hang
A trick that won't sang, transported dem thangs
f*ck the pain, give me a label ain't shit funny
Look I'm tryin to touch that Rush and Lyor Cohen's
money
Get the Neville's money and blow doja with my stash on
rich
And get my dick licked by the baddest bitch
Fade ya, real boy major with tough shit they ain't got
like three-way pagers, nigga I'm paper trippin

[Chorus]

[Nate Dogg]
Paper is all.. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)
.. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)
.. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)
.. I need

[WC]
Testin testin, broadcastin live
All day unleaded'll go fo' forty-nine
No garbage no cut, just the bomb pow-wow
Gots to get my hands on that new body style
Floss all you nigga, toss liquor up
A rugged nigga smokin on a cigarette butt
Mashin and I ain't lettin the pedal up
Cause all these songs on my radio ain't ghetto enough
Shutted 'em up with the tank in the cut, I'm sweated to
bust
Dub C'zy, fo'ever, gettin 'em up
Hands down I'm the motherf*ckin man
Who else could take a gang hop and turn it to a
national dance
Givin the

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