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Put the Next Man On by Sha; Prince Paul; Superstar and Breezly Brewin'القصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Put the Next Man On by Sha; Prince Paul; Superstar and Breezly Brewin'

     

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[Tariq/Breeze]
What? Shit, I could definitely sell for why'all brothas
We could all get this money
Get paid, I'm just I'm just tryin to get down wit why'all brothas
why'all brothas got, I'm sayin why'all, why'all got all that shit together
I'm just tryin to yo, be like why'all brothas, Big Will yaknawsayin?
But yo I gots mines, you know niggas call me around the way
Check it aiyyo

The Green Bandit, son the beats handed over like jugling
And the only slight trouble is keep it up
Sleepin, what? I flips more weight than Oprah
Strips or fate than hope, my skills superb
Crills to herb, to dope I lace brothas
Butter wounds, I bless the spend-er, but test
I bend or waste mothafuckers, rules are broke
Get smoked free of charge
We not drugs but hot slugs, see I'm Large like Mister
I gots no shame, irrational nigga, the cash clouts
Shit ain't no game, it's more like a national past time
Your sales pitcher, down the pipe
Come get a hit, I never fail to get your clown types
I never quit pursuing these crabs, recruiting rehabs in churches
My search is ongoing, but yo fuck it I want the dough in
Can I please this crime, cool shit Genovese times two
Be in drug store to thug lore

Chorus 2x [Superstar]
If you got some flow, and I got some flow
You gettin dough, baby doll and I'm gettin dough
We can chill on the hill, word bond
And put the next man on like we supposed to put him on

[True/Sha]
Aiyyo, that's my son, I state that on my word
Place that nigga on a hundred-third, then make cream off of bird
Yo I'ma watch em, he come up short and I'm gon' smoke em
Either way you could say I'm that bronc' that broke em
He want to learn, I say give em a chance
He fuck up and the devil'll be havin a last dance
I think he'll do it right, he knows the consequences
The fuck up after that, that shit's true extenses
Every time came we took out, he was the lookout
want to know how much I made?
Just ask one of them niggas to pull the book out
I state this on my word bond, just put him on
In time he'll come up shinin like a mothafuckin Don

[Tariq/Breeze]
I Gets Money like Lil Kim
Could take a facial, to make em paint skill forget it dunn
My shit'll win you jackpots
Commishion be officially a crack spot wit a purpose
I get my service then niggas serve us
A neighborhood infested, that's the good investment
I peeps your operation, let a nigga give me most high
I never been arrested, but expect the unexpected
Wit full pre-meditation, when I run in wit po-nine I freaks the amnesia
Or maybe like I be strung out
Catchin a damn seizure, fuck it I bites my tongue out
Nuttin to lose, cousin your crews a top notch, Lex and Benz
Run through niggas blocks like hop scotch

Chorus
[Outro]
[Tariq/Breeze]
I'm sayin, complete and total detriment to society
Yo, a match made in hell, word is bond
A wonderful day for the organization
It's just gon' be perfect for everybody involved
You get money, I get money, everybody get money
Everybody shine, as neighborhoods decline
("How could anything go wrong?")2x
("Whooooaaaa") ("How could anything go wrong?)

Writer : HUSTON, PAUL / LAMBERT, ANTHONY JEROME / SMITH, PAUL ANTHONY / HAMILTON, ROY
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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