Run it. Yo, you know what I'm sayin' it's the original Paparue. (Original original). And I'm passin' through with my boys from Down South. (Down south).
Rent thirty days late, gotta be gone by Saturday. Tired of sellin' cocaine, folks tryna trap me. Every night dreamin 'bout livin' life lavish. A watch full of karats, a candy coated Caddy.
My main girl, ain't that some shit, I ain't with it. Niggas ain't shit, bitches ain't either. All that fallin' in love and all that. It don't work, it ain't never work.
Hey hey, hey hey, hey shawty. Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey shawty. Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey shawty. Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey shawty. . Swisher in my ear when I'm rollin' up.
Damn you done came up short again, ain't uh. 'Cause yo homeboy fought again, ain't uh. But is you hoe ready for folk to kick in yo door. Say that the jackers kickin' yo hoe.
The filthy, nasty, dirty South. . I represent Albany gorillas, rock choppers an' drug niggas. We bust shots an' slugs on hot blocks for thug niggas. I'm done talkin', I come walkin', short stalkin'.
I'm home, hey, mama. Hi, where's Smoke at?. He, uh, he had went with this dude named Coach. But he left you a letter. . A letter? Um, uh. For real? Yeah.
Uh, it's hard catchin' these old rhymes. I cant' remember these old rhymes. It's hard catchin' these old rhymes. . Shit we comin' after the Whack Rappers.