Stack'n Paper

B-Real

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    It's, so phenomenal, it's no optical illusion
    I give you a transfusion
    I'm from L.A.C. with West coast hustle
    It's a worldwide ride from L.A. to Brussels
    Def Jams like Russell and I'm gettin older
    Yo check the Blueprint homey just like Hova
    Plannin to take over, the streets are mine
    I couldn't get away if I tried to run away blind
    We're attached to the hip, like my sig in my clip
    Gettin money, gettin honies you know fish 'n chips
    From the belly to L.B., what can you tell me
    It ain't healthy, you fuckin with us
    I didn't come for any foolishness, I'm so cool with this
    I make you Stand Up like my name was Ludacris
    I can lift you, and never pretend to
    Be somethin I'm not so I never offend you c'mon

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    Straight up we stackin our paper
    We got no time to waste either
    True life don't come with no favors
    Gimme time and I'll make you believers

    [B-Real:]
    I've, played the game and you heard my name
    And I've laid to waste so many lames it's off the chain
    People come and go every day, but family stays
    I guess it just depends, on how you were raised
    For my success you givin me praise and poppin champagne
    Blazin up the sticky kush, on my campaign
    I'm, highly trained to provide you with joy and pain
    Keep it movin don't ever stop, just let it rain
    We whippin through L.A.C. in the candy cars
    That bounce, like the honies when they dance on bars
    I love my city, and everything in it
    Summertime don't miss it in Cali or you'll regret it
    So many hot birds, God damn they fly
    So much kush weed can't help but to get you high
    Come in peace or you're leavin in pieces
    You're dealin with the cold clique as the heat increases
    Heat it up

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    [Chorus]

    [B-Real:]
    I relate to the thug ones, those are my loved ones
    I represent for all of those who live where I come from
    I relate to the hustle cause I don't like starvin
    Fuck with the bread, triggers get squeezed like Charmin
    I relate to the ballers cause I get my figures
    You want a piece of mine but you can't buy that nigga
    They say people are plastic, in the City of Angels
    And it's dangerous, when you go talkin to strangers
    You might run into a banger, them boys with colors
    Then hammers start clickin like camera shutters
    Be careful of any shit talkin you might utter
    I don't wanna scare you but you need to take some cover
    We livin with the beauty and beast, I'm doin my duty
    But beast is lookin for a little release
    This world is so cold, but you wanna grow old
    In life there's no hold, in the game I don't fold
    I rock shows in the House of Blues
    Over beats that J. Stoner made to make you move
    And it Feels So Good, but I ain't Tony
    It's the realest heart homey not made for phonies

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