Papoose... on the Timbaland Track...
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Yo timbaland good lookin man... Street Sweepers Entertainment
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Now if you got that real ice in ya jewels you off the hook
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Real niggaz rock real things, that's a good look
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But, if you wearing cubic zirconia and then you put
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Fake minks on ya back that's not a good look
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[Verse 1]
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This is two thousand and five music, live music
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Make you wanna lean to the side and drive stupid
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I'm roc-a-weared cause I salute it
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Them fellas ain't rockin with each other no more this my blueprint
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To my the hustlas if you do what you do
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And you getting real money man this hooks for you
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If you made it out the hood and took ya crew
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That's gangsta love, it's a good look for you
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To all my independent women if you do what you do
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You know dimes with the matching pocketbook and shoe
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If you ran into some money and you took ya boo
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That's gansterous love, it's a good look for you
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Tim put his produce to it
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Pap put his Poose to it
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It's a new era in rap get used to it
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Kay Slay told me just do it how you do it
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He said Pap if they spit fire, then you fluid
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[Chorus]
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If you got that new whip on the road you off the hook
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Real niggaz drive real cars, that's a good look
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But if a bullshit ass ride is what you push
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And you still got spinners, that's not a good look
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Two thousand and five a lot gone change
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I don't think you muthafuckas know my name (Papoose)
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Real niggaz pop those thangs
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Neva let another man pop ya chain
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[Verse 2]
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They call me Pap Dapper Don, cause the Don Dapper
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And when Pap pack his long, hit ya brod faster
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After Pap bag ya brod, kick ya nat swagga charm
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Throw dem black khakis on, never back track I'm gone
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Go to war with the pussy like Afghanistan
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My weapon is black magic wand
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Getting head while I'm driving eyes rolling back tap the horn
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Hit ya whip Black I'm gone
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Shouldh've had ya hazards on
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Know the trap rap alone
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Ass, backsnapper Don
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Da fast rapper, ass capper, Ass tapper, splash at her, laugh at her
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Rat tatter, tat tatter crones
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Da cash stacker dat matters Pap's bad as Funs
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The pedal to the metal, metal to the chase
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I put the rap to the track, treble to the base
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Put the charm to that girl that you cheat on hater
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Stop now 'fore I keep on later (Preach on player)
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Everybody cop jewels from Jacob they off the hook
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They all spending millions of dollars to get a look
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But I heard through the Grapevine they all getting took
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Jacob selling fake ice, that's not a good look
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Everybody playa hatin each other they off the hook
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As soon as you get your feet in the door they step on ya foot
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They play the game but they ain't playin it by the book
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Jay the president of Def Jam, that's a good look
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Got some many clothes my closet look like a store
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Ya'll niggaz is bums, I got closed like a door
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Niggaz hate to see me in the lex, the ladies love me
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Cause they know I'll put a lean on 'em like bankruptcy
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See a weakling playin a crook don't believe him
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Believe, achieve, stay focused on succeeding
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Open ya eyes realize what you see in
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It's not what it looks like, looks are deceiving
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That's A Good Look
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Papoose |