bodega bamz – pa lyrics
[intro: bodega bamz & placido de la rosa]
alright, so you gonna talk right into this microphone, okay?
you’re gonna talk
now?
go ahead
h-llo, my name’s placido de la rosa
i am sixty-one years old
i came to this country in 1979 illegally
um, i work very hard all my life
i told my son, “i go down, and they go up”
this album is dedicated to all proud and powerful people
from my son, bodega bamz, tanboys
[chant]
p.a.p.i, papi, p.a.p.i, papi
p.a.p.i, papi, p.a.p.i, papi
p.a.p.i, papi, p.a.p.i, papi
p.a.p.i, papi, p.a.p.i, papi
make some f-ckin’ noise in this b-tch, yo
[verse 1]
yo, that’s you in that all black hummer, pa
that’s you that they callin’ young gunner, pa
won’t snitch, rather die in a chair, pa
play hard ’cause life ain’t fair, pa
twelve gauge in the trunk, pa
nine tray, never finished ninth grade with the light fade
you just tryna get paid, pa
f-ck a law, f-ck a gang, you ain’t hearin’ what they say, pa
no fear in your heart, pa
no ends to the beef, throw a fist, what you start, pa?
yo’ b-tch lost, pa, she don’t know who to choose
she confused, so she takin’ you to court, pa
you sellin’ snort, pa? you sellin’ guns, pa?
your lawyer hungry, n-gga itchin’ for a case, pa
you got weight, pa? you can’t wait, pa?
i’m premier, straight diggin’ in the crates, pa
you the best, pa, you called next
with a funk machine gun, dare anybody flex, pa
they look stressed, pa, they look perplexed
rolex with the baguettes, limo stretched, load a smith & wes
pa, you a man, pa
not a boy or a bum, you ain’t reachin’ out yo’ hand, pa
f-ck a grandpa, you sonnin’ n-ggas
now you lookin’ for a mill, pa, straight k!ll
[chorus]
that’s you in that xxl
that’s you go on hot97
that’s you sellin’ sales, givin’ spins
you know him, you know her
that’s you gettin’ love uptown
that’s you gettin’ love downtown
how you do it? how you do it?
i’m a tanboy, bring it back
[bridge]
i’m a tanboy
got the east on fire
we keepin’ it g
’til the moment i expire
you know what it is
ya make somethin’ out of nothin’
we handle the biz
we show no mercy when we gunnin’
[verse 2]
ayo, that’s you with the k!ll anything grill
you tryna build with the bridge, got a gap
i know n-ggas that’ll never read the bible
but still prey on p-ssy cats
i swear to god, this industry is fake, pa
but the money, i’m a fool if i don’t take, pa
some rattle, you gotta peep the snakes, pa
put you to sleep, next week at your wake, pa
n-gga, n-gga, talk yo’ sh-t
say f-ck that hater, go f-ck that b-tch
that’s life for you, pa
i’ll make your nose bleed, that’s white for you, pa
put muscle in the streets, that’s might for you, pa
that’s right for you, pa, on sight for you, pa
i’m the best, just not promoted right
i can’t lose, put that on my motherf-ckin’ life, pa
[chorus]
that’s you in that xxl
that’s you go on hot97
that’s you sellin’ sales, givin’ spins
you know him, you know her
that’s you gettin’ love uptown
that’s you gettin’ love downtown
how you do it? how you do it?
i’m a tanboy, bring it back
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