Chorus 2X: (Cream). I don't care what people say. I'm gonna get 'em for a paper chase. I don't care what people say. I'm gonna get 'em for a paper chase. (EMP). Know I got that feeling that the pimp gone make a killin'. Droppin' them bodies off by the dozen I wouldn't mind makin' a zillion. Cuz there ain't no love like that love that's on the down low. Always watch your back for some of them niggas they call your kinfolk. I'd rather be broke then one of them niggas that's on the board. Every option that I got got me livin' by the ????. Over here givin' a toast to some of the niggas that did they dirt. Nothin' wrong with recognizin' the real fightin' and puttin' in work. I got some things I need to do in the pursuit in my one lifetime. And ain't no more two-stompin' me only grant for makin' my grind. And I'ma get in where I fit in my nigga we both can roll for the ride. Sleepin' your head. and nigga you fall to your knees when it's time to compromise. I'm at the point of no return only concerned with the fact. Know that I feel with this hustlin' two thousand trick. tryin' to hold you back. On the bow leanin' with one foot ahead and the bow is bound to break. No more shots no more pop. because he's dead and it's time for the paper chase. Chorus. (Mac Cris). Now smoke a blunt wit'cha boy commit Cream got that green. Now shoot them toys wit'cha boy cuz you know we on the scene. And put them things in your face cuz I'm ready to catch this case. You fuckin' around with me and Cream gone do this shit today. Now get it crunk wit'cha boy don't front on your boy. And if you thuggin' up in the gates let me see you get it up. Now hold it down with your nigga when you smokin' up in the truck. Cuz you claim that you smoke pound but you might get your shit smoked up. K to the I to the N to the G. G to the A to the T to the E. Smokin' and chokin' on swisher sweets. Keepin' you crunk and in on your feet. In this game ain't nothin' but G's. Fuck that shit you tryin' to plead. One in your head and then you dead and you gone fall to your knees. HEY!!!!!. Chorus. (Cream). Now smoke a blunt wit'cha boy smoke some fire green with me. Go and get some plastic toys I think somebody tryin' to get me. I can't FRONT on ya boy cuz every night I'm gettin' that green. Everybody be smokin' a pound with the Cream on the scene. Don't make me get crunk on ya boy cuz real niggas they move in silence. I've been known for shootin' them toys in case them suckas wanna get violent. Now what'cha want from your boy?Cream olde English and some of this weed. Turnin' all of my enemies into manipulatin' fiends. But if you want it you can get it. If you smoke it two can hit it. I ain't perpetratin' with it. I'm gone hit it until it's finished. And just like Popeye eat his spinach I'ma stay crunk off this all day. I don't care what the people say WEED make my paper straight. So HOLD IT DOWN wit'cha boy don't hesitate to get 'em up. Go head and smoke up what you smoked up cuz today we gettin' fucked up. We smoke a pound up in my chevy rollin' round we makin' credits. I ain't messed up bout no change. We havin' thangs and I'ma remain the same. On top of the game you niggas just can't get crunk up like my crew do. Nigga we smoke weed like Wahoo I get fucked up cuz I want to. Now who knew? That Cream'll be makin' the money with niggas that get paid?. Sippin' on Dom and I parle' HEY!!!!!. Cream about that paper chase!!!!!. Chorus (.5x)