[WC]
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Uhh, yeah! What's crackin y'all? Dub C
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Still chasin this cheese, puttin it down
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Whassup Nate?
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[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
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Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's (dem dolla dolla dollars)
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Ain't afraid to bust back, paper's all I need (we rider rider riders)
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Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's (yeah, yeah)
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Ain't afraid to bust back, paper's all I need
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[WC]
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Check it out
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What they hittin fo'? Look I'm sick of all this chattin
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Bullshit rappin, let's really get it a-crackin
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Y'all niggaz ain't ready fo' a nigga that's gettin paper
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Foe scraper, dice shaker, the white, Chuck Taylors
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Dark fat laces and fetti with big-ass faces
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Blue gators (?), X.O. by the cases
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The rider ringleader with weed and my zag smashin
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Ya bang ambassador, givin it up back at'cha blastin ya
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Off brand assassin-er, jackin for figures c'mon
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Totalled up a rock, with a repetitive offender
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The purple tinter, the big spender
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The realest nigga you know, smellin like doe doe and Pruno
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Sick with the flow, swangin low-lows and Harleys
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Gather the guests at my mansions and throw my parole parties
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Ex criminal turned corporate; elevated my game to worldwide nation
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Tippin on paper trippin nia
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[Chorus]
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[WC]
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Big beans or big wings or big screens
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Befo' y'all stands a ghetto nigga with big dreams
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I throw the dice, close my eyes and rich roll 'em
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Take my handkerchief and fold 'em, y'all know the slogan
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Riders don't worry multiply shift gears
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Toss fingers in the sky, fuck hoes and stay high
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The bigger the lick the bigger the hit to cash it all
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So whether they ready or not I'm snatchin it all
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Wood grains and chrome frames the mode is hang
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A trick that won't sang, transported dem thangs
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Fuck the pain, give me a label ain't shit funny
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Look I'm tryin to touch that Rush and Lyor Cohen's money
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Get the Neville's money and blow doja with my stash on rich
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And get my dick licked by the baddest bitch
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Fade ya, real boy major with tough shit they ain't got
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like three-way pagers, nigga I'm paper trippin
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[Chorus]
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[Nate Dogg]
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Paper is all.. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)
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.. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)
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.. (dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)
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.. I need
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[WC]
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Testin testin, broadcastin live
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All day unleaded'll go fo' forty-nine
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No garbage no cut, just the bomb pow-wow
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Gots to get my hands on that new body style
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Floss all you nigga, toss liquor up
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A rugged nigga smokin on a cigarette butt
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Mashin and I ain't lettin the pedal up
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Cause all these songs on my radio ain't ghetto enough
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Shutted 'em up with the tank in the cut, I'm sweated to bust
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Dub C'zy, fo'ever, gettin 'em up
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Hands down I'm the motherfuckin man
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Who else could take a gang hop and turn it to a national dance
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Givin the fans a glance of a rider saggin his pants
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with my rag on my cane standin in a penguin stance, nigga
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Worldwidin, ridin, collidin
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Fool it's sincerely yours the Ghetto Heisman, paper trippin
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[Chorus]
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[WC]
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Dub C, ghetto extrordinaire, hood fabulous
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Comin through with fingers in the air
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Y'all know what time it is
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[Nate] Nigga I ain't rich yet, I'm still stackin G's
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[WC] Dem dolla dolla dollars
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Paper Trippin' (featuring Nate Dogg)
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| W.C. |
