down, me down We sit comfortably (we sit comfortably) {Max B, I'm feelin' wavy in this bitch} Uh-uh-oww (uh-uh-oww) {Broad Street Bully, Biggavel', let's get
all about dollars, and collar-poppin Nigga, BEOTCH!!! Baller, let me explain to you, a ballaholic nigga Undersmell this nigga If you got your ve-hi-cle in your baby's momma's
a 9 Don't waste up my time You racing for shine Only way you be around motherfucking paper boy If you quit your job and go be a paper boy Cars swoop
rich one Put me up on the fact that it ain't hard to get some Chips if I just keep writing with ambition Then I get an advance from the 5 to the 6 and
up It's niggaz falling off in this game, I'm trying to stay up I treat this shit just like George Girvin, it's a lay up You don't need no do's, cause
down his throat Back to the locker Boy oh, boy oh Back to the locker Stuff the fucker! Back to the locker Boy oh, boy oh Back to the locker Fuckin stuff
and he all about the paper Ain't no mo' buck hide, boy I be sitting on alligator Let me get on the microphone, so I can show em how it's done No matter
barely standin And plus my secondhand say it's midnight Some Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right Like misdemeanors is a small thang With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls
Aye writing for malotti's thats what you gotta chew, The stadiums jammed back but they ain't checkin' for you, Man this is for the nigga's that's boxed
I'm livin on large estates boy! Chorus: *sung* Flavor Flav shake yo' booty Get rich, do your dance, it's your duty Stack paper, and let's get crazy
sayin', you can just ball for free Campaignin' your nation, in a legit demonstration And gotta face incarceration Eh yo, Liffy Stokes, let 'em know what's
think I wish we all was rich? One for all it's pain to see your people when they all can't ball The pain.. I wish this pain, would go away I wish this
a rich one Put me up on the fact that it ain't hard to get some Chips if I just keep writing with ambition Then I get an advance from the 5 to the 6 and
or a 9 Don't waste up my time You racing for shine Only way you be around motherfucking paper boy If you quit your job and go be a paper boy Cars swoop
you goin. Ladies and gentlemen, it's the unit for the 9-8. Flipmode Squad baby. That's my word. All you sucker MC's, try to hide this stuff. Come back