Lyrics:
Score Paper

done? Dealing card with the old men in the club car Penny a point, ain't no one keeping score Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle Feel the wheels

paper come on thats old news yesterday's paper oh, you talkin', what about? if it aint how I kept you studded out you might as well shut ya mouth you'll never score

cross that line I guarantee you there'll be nothin' to save ya I got a whole bunch of gorillas Ready to pull the trigga And we all for that paper Comin

stream Seems like I stand pretty much unseen But I open my eyes and beams come out Gimme, gimme symphonies Gimme more than the life I see Score rise

the heat down" My voice, DVD 'round sound so I'm heard round town And chances of y'all leavin'? 'Round now Wait later, will make front page paper Date

, like I'm late for my first class? So I can give it to you rough like a first draft... Would you like a paper plane? You know I got paper, babe, Fuck

the funk May the funk never end I pledge allegiance To paper chasers To hustlers who be steady pullin' capers Peace and blessing May the sun always shine on you I'm servin' paper

's over all you gon' hear is Shootin', blastin', hittin' the floor Ten-thousand in the safe, shit I'm 'bout to score 'Cause I'm dangerous, off Angeldust

for my ???? told u once before the dialog the pilot smoke dont no her uh uh Hook: Verse 4: slept on like a beach towel haters lookin at em now paper