If The Papes Come (Remix) Songtext / Lyric

Uhhhhhhhh...

The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away

but not Hip-Hop yo, hahah

And let it be known. that we are on some umm.

ehh ahh, uhh, a-chicka-uhh

ehh ahh, uhh, a-chicka-uhh

And this ain't on the pop tip yo!

Are y'all kids tucked in? (Yeah!)

Here we go.






People in the audience, they cry out "hoe"

People with a gun, yo they'll cry out "bo!"

I don't like a cop, I don't sell a rock

But still the kanga's clock me, after a show

Standin on the stage and we're pourin with sweat

To people in the crowd I give what they get

Papers make paid, babies make laid

I don't really worry, nor do I fret

Waitin for the gimme and boy I got some

Sweat like a peach and tart like a plum

I thought what I think, I rock a bead-link

Legally I'll sip when I turn twenty-one

A letter to the homeboy that freaked the head dome

The army wants me to drop my microphone

Gotta be brief; no orders from a chief

Hot butter on what, say what, the popcorn

On the tour bus we hit the truck stop

A dollar for some chips, a quarter for some pop

We laugh and giggle some, Phife kiss the honeybuns

Ali Shaheed Muhammad keeps talkin that shop

The brothers cruise on as we Quest, for the check

Callin up Famous to see, if it's there yet

Not a bourgeoise, hate the seminar

Ignorant flip, hey Miss you must jet

Flex for the funkiest, buts start to bounce

Measure Hip-Hop for weight, by the ounce

Bush on the tush, you're pullin while I push

Play me for the punk then puss, feel the pounce



It's like that y'all. (keep onnnnnnn)

Freak freak y'all... (keep, onnnnnnnn)

It's like that y'all. (keep onnnnnnn)

Freak freak y'all... (keep, onnnnnnnn)

It's like that y'all. (keep onnnnnnn)

Freak freak y'all... (keep, onnnnnnnn)

It's like that y'all. (keep onnnnnnn)

Freak freak y'all... (keep, onnnnnnnn)



If the papes come yo yo I won't riff

I just sit down and get me a spliff

With mines I was born, a child of the corn

Molecules of the land they uplift

Levels is straight, in fact they're rectified

Adrenaline now is crazy multiplied

Four and four is eight, the fraction makes the plate

I make sure the Tribe is innnnnnnn.

With the quickness you bare the witness

Flexin and pumpin with the fitness

Movin it - UHH, doin it - UHH

Those who oppose must hit the? s-list?

Doin it and doin it with the whole frame

Look what's in the mind and not in the brain

On this you can quote, we on a diffy note

Quest for the future, 'stead of the fame

One ninety-one brothers grabbin they thingies

Forgot the name; oh, equivalent to Jimmy

Slip a little bit, you think I have to quit

Ali Shaheed Muhammad, with the singy-singy

Slammin with a slammy you front, on the case

Right or left nut Ali plays the ace

Do what you do, flam for a crew

Bonita Applebum blows smoke in Sha's face

Slang for the? I must, if ya have

Dribble hops out giggle yo proper term is laugh

Brothers who are snakes, I label them as fakes

Instincts to Travel up the hood path, c'mon



It's like that y'all. (keep onnnnnnn)

Freak freak y'all... (keep, onnnnnnnn)

It's like that y'all. (keep onnnnnnn)

It's like that y'all. (keep onnnnnnn)

It's like that y'all. (keep onnnnnnn)

Freak freak y'all... (keep, onnnnnnnn)

It's like that y'all. (keep onnnnnnn)

Freak freak y'all... (keep, onnnnnnnn)



{Thank you.

as you all know, you just can't believe

everything you see and hear, can you?

Now if you'll excuse me

I must be on my way.}