Nate Dogg, WC - Paper Trippin’ lyrics

Uhh, yeah! What's crackin y'all? Dub C
Still chasin this cheese, puttin it down
Whassup Nate?

Nigga I ain't rich yet
I'm still stackin G's
(dem dolla dolla dollars)
Ain't afraid to bust back
Paper's all I need
(we rider rider riders)
Nigga I ain't rich yet
I'm still stackin G's
(yeah, yeah)
Ain't afraid to bust back
Paper's all I need

Check it out
What they hittin fo'? Look I'm
Sick of all this chattin
Bullshit rappin
Let's really get it a-crackin
Y'all niggas ain't ready fo' a
Nigga that's gettin paper
Foe scraper, dice shaker, the white
Chuck Taylors
Dark fat laces and fetti with big-ass faces
Blue gators , XO by the cases
The rider ringleader with weed
And my zag smashin
Ya bang ambassador
Givin it up back at'cha blastin ya
Off brand assassin-er
Jackin for figures c'mon
Totalled up a rock
With a repetitive offender
The purple tinter, the big spender
The realest nigga you know
Smellin like doe doe and Pruno
Sick with the flow
Swangin low-lows and Harleys
Gather the guests at my mansions
And throw my parole parties
Ex criminal turned corporate elevated my
Game to worldwide nation
Tippin on paper trippin nia

Big beans or big wings or big screens
Befo' y'all stands a ghetto
Nigga with big dreams
I throw the dice
Close my eyes and rich roll 'em
Take my handkerchief and fold 'em
Y'all know the slogan
Riders don't worry multiply shift gears
Toss fingers in the sky
Fuck hoes and stay high
The bigger the lick the bigger the
Hit to cash it all
So whether they ready or not
I'm snatchin it all
Wood grains and chrome frames
The mode is hang
A trick that won't sang
Transported dem thangs
Fuck the pain
Give me a label ain't shit funny
Look I'm tryin to touch that
Rush and Lyor Cohen's money
Get the Neville's money and blow doja
With my stash on rich
And get my dick licked by the baddest bitch
Fade ya
Real boy major with tough
Shit they ain't got
Like three-way pagers
Nigga I'm paper trippin

Paper is all
(dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)
(dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)
(dolla dolla dolla dolla dollars)
I need

Testin testin, broadcastin live
All day unleaded'll go fo' forty-nine
No garbage no cut, just the bomb pow-wow
Gots to get my hands on that new body style
Floss all you nigga, toss liquor up
A rugged nigga smokin on a cigarette butt
Mashin and I ain't lettin the pedal up
Cause all these songs on my
Radio ain't ghetto enough
Shutted 'em up with the tank in the cut
I'm sweated to bust
Dub C'zy, fo'ever, gettin 'em up
Hands down I'm the motherfuckin man
Who else could take a gang hop and
Turn it to a national dance
Givin the fans a glance of
A rider saggin his pants
With my rag on my cane
Standin in a penguin stance
Nigga
Worldwidin, ridin, collidin
Fool it's sincerely yours
The Ghetto Heisman
Paper trippin

Dub C, ghetto extrordinaire, hood fabulous
Comin through with fingers in the air
Y'all know what time it is

Nigga I ain't rich yet
I'm still stackin G's
Dem dolla dolla dollars