The Paper

[Intro] Yeah [Verse] Get ready, Madlib laced it (Ha) Hot for the summer, straight from the basement Bang it, turn it up loud 'til you feel it Flagrent, play it for the broad you chill with Guilty—let 'em know now that I'm coming Raised in a dungeon, blazing the function Stones Throw gave me the push that I needed Now I stay weeded, chumps stay seated We stay heated, strapped for the gunplay Fire [?] Church, but I don't preach on a Sunday, nope I hand off styles like a run play, dope Quarterback straight to the Super Bowl Lay kingpins out with the Ruger, roll In the alley, mack these airhead Hoes in the valley, pimpin' hard Guard dog for those that's in my yard Retreat or you get sent to die Baseball bets might ditch or dive Stare down cats I'm meant to rob Voice of the vandals, rep for the have-nots Scavengers show me that cash spot Shake down, give me that dough and we out Now y'all rap cats know we about that paper! [Outro] Stones Throw Guilty Simpson, motherfuckers Madlib!