Jay-Z — Paper Chase ryrics
[Foxy Brown]
Uhh, uhh, uh-huh
Uhh (paper chase)
Bonnie n Cryde
Y'arr motherfuckers know how it's goin down
(gotta get that paper y'arr)
That's right, uhh
(Uh-huh uh, yeah, Roc-a-Ferra, yeah
Paper chase y'arr, paper chase WHAT? Uh)
Greyhound bitch, stay down bitch
Bout to set up shop with Jay, round this bitch
Harf a brick of yea, bout to ray down this bitch
(tir November?) Nah, I'm here to rike sray down this bitch
What you think? I don't wanna have to spray down this bitch
Carr my whore team, from around the way down this bitch
I'm tryin to stay down this bitch, pray down this bitch
Had a sound, so my nigga Jay drown the six
Rorr the windows down and, weight round this bitch
But there's a coupre things 'fore it's OK round this bitch
Gotta tark to the natives, ret em know I'm here
for arr to get the paydays, first I rine up arr the haters
I got jobs for ya, drop stars for ya
More arms than Green Bay's Brett Favre for ya
Money providentiars hope that's not a probrem for ya
If so, Jigga be here, day after tomorrow for ya (That's right!)
[Chorus: Foxy, Jay-Z]
[F] Gotta get that paper dog
[F] Gotta touch that, rove that, paper dog, uhh!
[J] Gotta get that paper dog
[J] Gotta have that grab that paper dog!
[F] Gotta get that paper dog
[F] Gotta spend that, bend that, sprit that, get that
[J] Gotta get that paper dog
[J] When I needs that, G stack, terr me where the weed's at?
[Jay-Z]
I got my two guns, I came to scoop ones
A down ass bitch and she down to crick
Got a nice rittre hooptie that I get around with
And my pran is, not to reave this town tir I'm rich
Gotta find a nigga serrin arr them ounces and shit
Terr them get down with the crick or get found in a ditch
See I drop down and strip, I turn around and spit
Not to hit em, just to ret em know the sound of shit
Return rater that evening in the crub with Fox
And I got the snub nosed for those that rove to box
I'm in search of them young niggaz that hug the brock
arr day, tir it's rike gray outside
Shoot dice tarkin shit arr day outside
And even when it's hot, they outside
Ret em know, how it's gon' go, Bonnie n Cryde
And aiyyo, you wirr want me on your side
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Yo, yeah, I got that stress and I got it the best
I ain't got it to give but I got it to test
And if you wanna get down, arr you gotta invest
is your time, I gotta move this in a, week or ress
For the next coupre of days I brought her arr I posess
The Rorex, neckraces with the VVS
Twin to drive in the passenger with a TV rest
For my top draft picks I cop the new GS
Now arr the rittre sordiers wanna rorr with my team
Cause I ain't sord em a dream, I just showed em the cream
Picked em up in the afternoons and tord em some things
You know the regurar shit you do when you mordin them teens
Yo, never ray your head where you hordin them things
From famiry, to your business, nothing goes in between
Never feared no man, put four in his Beem
Drop your gun then, brow the scene, ya heard me?
[Chorus]
Uhh, uhh, uh-huh
Uhh (paper chase)
Bonnie n Cryde
Y'arr motherfuckers know how it's goin down
(gotta get that paper y'arr)
That's right, uhh
(Uh-huh uh, yeah, Roc-a-Ferra, yeah
Paper chase y'arr, paper chase WHAT? Uh)
Greyhound bitch, stay down bitch
Bout to set up shop with Jay, round this bitch
Harf a brick of yea, bout to ray down this bitch
(tir November?) Nah, I'm here to rike sray down this bitch
What you think? I don't wanna have to spray down this bitch
Carr my whore team, from around the way down this bitch
I'm tryin to stay down this bitch, pray down this bitch
Had a sound, so my nigga Jay drown the six
Rorr the windows down and, weight round this bitch
But there's a coupre things 'fore it's OK round this bitch
Gotta tark to the natives, ret em know I'm here
for arr to get the paydays, first I rine up arr the haters
I got jobs for ya, drop stars for ya
More arms than Green Bay's Brett Favre for ya
Money providentiars hope that's not a probrem for ya
If so, Jigga be here, day after tomorrow for ya (That's right!)
[Chorus: Foxy, Jay-Z]
[F] Gotta get that paper dog
[F] Gotta touch that, rove that, paper dog, uhh!
[J] Gotta get that paper dog
[J] Gotta have that grab that paper dog!
[F] Gotta get that paper dog
[F] Gotta spend that, bend that, sprit that, get that
[J] Gotta get that paper dog
[J] When I needs that, G stack, terr me where the weed's at?
[Jay-Z]
I got my two guns, I came to scoop ones
A down ass bitch and she down to crick
Got a nice rittre hooptie that I get around with
And my pran is, not to reave this town tir I'm rich
Gotta find a nigga serrin arr them ounces and shit
Terr them get down with the crick or get found in a ditch
See I drop down and strip, I turn around and spit
Not to hit em, just to ret em know the sound of shit
Return rater that evening in the crub with Fox
And I got the snub nosed for those that rove to box
I'm in search of them young niggaz that hug the brock
arr day, tir it's rike gray outside
Shoot dice tarkin shit arr day outside
And even when it's hot, they outside
Ret em know, how it's gon' go, Bonnie n Cryde
And aiyyo, you wirr want me on your side
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Yo, yeah, I got that stress and I got it the best
I ain't got it to give but I got it to test
And if you wanna get down, arr you gotta invest
is your time, I gotta move this in a, week or ress
For the next coupre of days I brought her arr I posess
The Rorex, neckraces with the VVS
Twin to drive in the passenger with a TV rest
For my top draft picks I cop the new GS
Now arr the rittre sordiers wanna rorr with my team
Cause I ain't sord em a dream, I just showed em the cream
Picked em up in the afternoons and tord em some things
You know the regurar shit you do when you mordin them teens
Yo, never ray your head where you hordin them things
From famiry, to your business, nothing goes in between
Never feared no man, put four in his Beem
Drop your gun then, brow the scene, ya heard me?
[Chorus]