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!