RED CAFE

RED CAFE - Paper Touchin' lyrics

Here in new york we be paper touchin!

It all started out in Brooklyn

Yo! But the kid kept it movin

Uh! I came along way from hustlin

Now it's worldwide paper touchin

Here on the eastside we be paper touchin!

Here on the westside we be paper touchin!

Uh, the Big Wills sittin on big wheels

Brooklyn's back, imagine how B.I.G. feel

(WHAT ELSE?) Yeah I am a big deal

Tell 'em keep the change, when I break big bills

Talk is cheap, everyone could afford it

This for the hustlers, everyone should applaud it (Uh)

Getcha camera phone, everyone should record it (Ah!)

I'm the pizza man, I delivers the orders (Woo!)

Arm &, Ham-in-mer, hammin the grits

Homey, I'll cut your wrist off put your hands on my grits!

See, I be the Konvict, I am fully committed

Took my shoes off and laughed, they couldn't fit it (WHAT ELSE? !)

If I don't do nothin I'm a ball

Fall through your city, shut down the mall (THAT ALL!)

I'm 2Pac with it, I got the Juice

Soldier, but only the gangstas I salute

It all started out in Brooklyn

Yo! But the kid kept it movin

Uh! I came along way from hustlin

Now it's worldwide paper touchin

Here on the eastside we be paper touchin!

Here on the westside we be paper touchin!

She's sick of that song on how it's so long since she met a G like me

First it was Kane then it was B.I.G. then it was Jay

And she love the homey F.A.B. now me

(IT'S R!) Flowrific white flower I whip it

Spin it round and round stand on my pivot

Keep that white girl Christina Aguilera

I seen the king soon as I get a mirror (WHAT ELSE? !)

Gettin fresh and lettuce be my fetish

Retired with the chips like Jerome Bettis

I wonder, if I stack bread like Wonder

Would my woman's first name be Wonder?

When it comes to me they are Stevie Wonder

They can't see I, I am the I.G. student

Make 'em holla it's movin

Make 'em light it up and get the boozin

It all started out in Brooklyn

Yo! But the kid kept it movin

Uh! I came along way from hustlin

Now it's worldwide paper touchin

Here on the eastside we be paper touchin!

Here on the westside we be paper touchin!

Hey Sukon you know I gotta diddy bop to this one (Paper touchin!)

Why not? ! Huh! (Paper touchin)

Thanks to Phinx for these lyrics

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