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tyrese - paws lyrics

[intro]
well alright, dogg pound gangsters
we ain’t f+cking around
we came up in this motherf+cker to cave your b+tch ass chest in, n+ggas
i got my n+gga kurupt, daz
and of course my triple og, snoop dogg
and he goes by the name (ha+ha+ha) of black ty

[verse 1: tyrese]
who on it with the guard
black n+gga with a red card
benihana’s in my backyard
this is not calabasas with the grams and kardashians
countach got new stashes
from fruit of the loons to jeff koons in my foyer
still know some blue and gray n+ggas like the hoyas
soon as old boy get an oscar, they’ll ahoy ya
sittin’ with de niro and shapiro as the lawyer
got broads in atlanta, but never the one to pander
call up kassim, read the news banner
it seems i brought land up
gеt your grown man up
like the cohiba, put your hand up
pleasе, if a n+gga don’t believe, you test me
have your gold on burgundy like usc
in a gold spinner, windows tinted, you can’t see
when in doubt, n+gga, head out, dxp (uh)
sorry if i’m confusing y’all n+ggas
can’t help that i’m a movie star n+gga
as i sip champagne and brown liquor
get good brains and long d+ck
she fiendin’ for black ty, clean at the black ty
control l.a like pat ryan
i’m jerry buss, sittin’ h+lla plush
n+ggas better level up, switch your whole vessel up
[chorus]
i’m telling all you haters’ paws
we getting money in these streets, haters’ paws
we ain’t f+cking with you b+tch ass n+ggas, paws
we getting money in these streets, haters’ paws
we ain’t f+cking with you b+tch ass n+ggas, paws

[verse 2: kurupt]
we rolling
the school, me and the homies, vicious piranhas
b+tches like rihanna, f+ck it, ridiculous signers
head of state and gotti
make objects levitate up and down like the economy, n+gga fluctuate
time+is+money
so i don’t give a f+ck about you b+tch ass n+ggas just actin’ funny
paws on that whole sh+t
i’ma let you know sh+t is never gonna go your way on some down low sh+t (paws)
you wanna live my life
see what it’s like to gain these stripes
stay on the smash
money in paper bags
you wanna get a glimpse of sickening money
clips gotti apocalypse
launch off my n+gga
i’m ridin’ rocket ships
tryin’ to teach these young n+ggas how to pop a b+tch
i got a proper b+tch that let her suck a d+ck
i told these n+ggas this
[chorus]
i’m telling all you haters’ paws
we getting money in these streets, haters’ paws
we ain’t f+cking with you b+tch ass n+ggas, paws
we getting money in these streets, haters’ paws
we ain’t f+cking with you b+tch ass n+ggas, paws

[verse 3: snoop dogg]
i’m a g, so when i see a b+tch n+gga, what’s up
i have a millie in the bag, i keep on picking it up
steady delivering this pimping out the back of the truck
slitting to your b+tch’s dm, and now we twisting it up
i’m the west fool, my nephew’s got sh+t on lock
with a dirty b+tch named cherry, can she stay on top?
at the crib, it’s extravagant, immaculate
macking it, backyard elaborate, stacking it
macking it for moolah, you know how i do ride
puffing on that ooh+wee, bump this in your hoorah
dpgc, black ty, hall of fame, like a .i
me and my crib n+ggas stay high
this is big dog status, i don’t f+ck with you ruts
invisible bully, i can get y’all touched
we the real boss players, gangstas with a cause
b+tch n+ggas, paws (paws)

[chorus]
i’m telling all you haters’ paws
we getting money in these streets, haters’ paws
we ain’t f+cking with you b+tch ass n+ggas, paws
i’m telling all you haters’ paws
we getting money in these streets, haters’ paws
we ain’t f+cking with you b+tch ass n+ggas, paws
haters’ paws
we ain’t f+cking with you b+tch ass n+ggas, paws
[verse 4: daz dillinger]
nah, nah, nah
you n+ggas better paws
better ride for the cause
f+ck all y’all
n+ggas stay clapping at y’all (brr)
i’m a west coast innovator
draped in raiders
y’all n+ggas can’t fade us
the west coast made us
kush and moon door with chocolate tie
rock a bar like keisha in new jack city or die
crying loud
that n+gga daz ain’t got no feeling
c+walking up on the ceiling
what a cripple we feeling
if you thought it was the gang, n+gga, you hit it on the kn+b
24+7, n+gga, that’s our job
you b+tch ass n+ggas can’t compare, so beware
i dare y’all n+ggas to stay up, n+gga, i swear
it’s dpgc, dogg pound (dogg pound)
with black ty, yeah, n+gga
yeah, we all down (we all down)
i bet you wanna be n+ggas
yeah, you actin’ like that
now tell me, who got my back
who got my strap (brr)
paws (paws, paws, paws)

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