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the uce a.k.a. slo-mo - papered up lyrics

[verse 1]
now every morning i open my eyes i be grateful
cause the folks that navigate around my side be so hateful
when they see you coming downward in your ride fresh out maaco
never know who want to penetrate your whiperton with the drako
from waco texas up to nova scotia blowin’ on potent doja
to the port of oakland up to portland doing what a pimp supposed to
even when my name in lights and i see my face upon a poster
i might be up to no good in the hood with the super soaker
b+tch we got goals ain’t no time to be out chasing hoes
can’t do no dates, only got d+ck plus my heart is cold
i f+ck with the playas out the lake my loyalty don’t fold
let the popo know i got no price tag on my f+cking soul
i took this track back to when cats was in the midwest sniping
and the hoes used to wear baggy clothes lookin’ like they dyking
i can’t be fronted on, disrespected or stunted on
been a g since i was young disagree and dumped upon

[hook]
i’m hearing all the talking that been goin round
when i come to throw them thangs it don’t be no one round
then i jump in the whip and i change it up and slow it down
then i’m back on a mission papered up and polo down
i’m hearing all the talking that been going round
when i come to throw them thangs it don’t be no one round
then i jump in the whip and change it up and slow it down
then i’m back on a mission papered up and polo down
papered up, papered up, papered up
papered up, papered up, papered up
papered up, papered up
[verse 2]
look at me back up in this b+tch with a colder sound
ninety four block up in this hoe finna hold it down
it’s plain to see fools ain’t as gang as they claim to be
talking bout they can tame me that’s dangerous y’all can’t fade a g
i put my old beef aside i don’t hate n0body hood
i’m out here focused on mine, don’t get it misunderstood
i let them youngsters slide when i hear them suwoop outside
they copy rappers they ain’t ever look down barrels in their life
me and my brotha was walking getting rolled on by the popo often
couldn’t tell if we was crips or south siders living outside stockton
all i knew was the gang bang culture living in the hood
with the rats and the vultures
and i heard it’s all the same from south modesto to north side tulsa
that sh+t got real made me stressed and had me popping pills
thank god for the homeboys out the 808 that i’m with still
we chose the playa way hit a l!ck and get paid today
mamba mode playing with pain come back with the fadeaway

- the uce a k a slo mo lyrics

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