Paper Trippin' (featuring Nate Dogg)

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 [Chorus] [WC] 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