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I Wanna Know Lyrics - Artist : Papoose
I wanna know what's going on
I wanna know what's going on Around... My verse raw free cheese lines Cause we was dirt poor The [?] call library author who learned law Took the P off a purse these niggas the worst dog Its still a pocket book what they call it a murse for? When they used to beef on a block Hammers would burst off We had to duck down 'cause we lived on the first floor Brass knuckles Crazy Eddie commercials and nerf balls Pacman junior who got the best or the worst score? The warriors didn't kill Cyrus that little jerk off Blamed it on them so they still l had to fight in the turf war Police tappin' them lines so we were curve calls Nextel phones hit me up on the chirp dog They lock jams a lot Stick the key and then turn more The gun is in the mailbox when you go through he first door TnT ran in that crib up on the third floor Melted uranium the block is hot as the earth's core The golden chair I cut the umbilical birth cord Baby I'm ready I see what Gerald Levert saw Sick with this rappin' somebody Google' it Search 'Cure' pallbearer carry you to your next door I wanna know what's going on I wanna know what's going on Around... I live precise a high caliber writer Living life to show the significant difference between Man and mites Michelle Obama they go low we go a different height Woman's empowerment advocate supporting women's rights Stick my finger in the rotary phone and spin it right Psychic caller I call Miss Cleo to get advice Sweet Pea Whitaker body shot when I'm in a fight Knuckle game vicious the resurrection of Kimbo Slice Momma said 'No' she ain't letting my cousin spend the night I was grounded I went to school with a kitchen knife Aunt Jemima scarf I covered my face I did it tight Ask Uncle Ben I stash my dope in his rice Brand new Ferrari drop the top and dim the lights Bring the toys out I ain't talking about Fisher Price The Kawasaki Ninja every summer I switched my bike Running through them like airports I'm bout to miss my flight Lurking ass niggas they would hate to admit I'm nice See them in my views but they never be in my lights Right before I roll 'em I blow 'em and then I kiss my dice The projectile hit faster than lightening when it strikes I wanna know what's going on I wanna know what's going on Around... |
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