Yea
Ya'll already know what this is
Got the voice of Brooklyn, I know ya'll niggas here my footsteps out there
Aka the son of song aka the 1 point jive, ya'll know what I'm a tell ya'll now right? aka, ya'll know what I'm a say already? Papoose, Pap-poose.
Cock the thang, air it out [x4]
Now where da hammer let's grip it, cock it back let's spit it, weed spot let's stick it, where da work let's flip it.
Cock the thang, now air it out [x2]
I was sittin' on da stoop, sittin' on da stoop, sitting, on da stoop with the ruger on my side now I'm ridin' in a coup, ridin' in a coup, ridin' in a coup with the ruger on my side.
Cock the thang, now air it out [x4]
I was on Fulton street downtown Brooklyn
Iced out so this nigga keep lookin', he ain't know Pap had the scat on him, cock the thing back then I step to him.
Cock the thang, now air it out [x4]
I was on Touch It Remix, man I did my thing
But I came up man shit done change now the one point jive is ma name, STOP! Show them how that gun bang.
Cock the thang, now air it out [x4]
I was on 47th at a Diamond District THEN,
David Blane got ma wrist glistenin', rappas say they wanna get it in with him, when they see him they don't say shit to him.
Cock the thang, now air it out [x4]
Kay-slay thugacation and P A P
Carry our guns through the industry
Talk tough then we tell you R I P
So all ya'll punk rappers stop comin' at me
Cock the thang, now air it out [x3]
Cock the thang, cock suckas!
Papoose - Air It Out Lyrics
Papoose - Air It Out Lyrics
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Yea
Ya'll already know what this is
Got the voice of Brooklyn, I know ya'll niggas here my footsteps out there
Aka the son of song aka the 1 point jive, ya'll know what I'm a tell ya'll now right? aka, ya'll know what I'm a say already? Papoose, Pap-poose.
Cock the thang, air it out [x4]
Now where da hammer let's grip it, cock it back let's spit it, weed spot let's stick it, where da work let's flip it.
Cock the thang, now air it out [x2]
I was sittin' on da stoop, sittin' on da stoop, sitting, on da stoop with the ruger on my side now I'm ridin' in a coup, ridin' in a coup, ridin' in a coup with the ruger on my side.
Cock the thang, now air it out [x4]
I was on Fulton street downtown Brooklyn
Iced out so this nigga keep lookin', he ain't know Pap had the scat on him, cock the thing back then I step to him.
Cock the thang, now air it out [x4]
I was on Touch It Remix, man I did my thing
But I came up man shit done change now the one point jive is ma name, STOP! Show them how that gun bang.
Cock the thang, now air it out [x4]
I was on 47th at a Diamond District THEN,
David Blane got ma wrist glistenin', rappas say they wanna get it in with him, when they see him they don't say shit to him.
Cock the thang, now air it out [x4]
Kay-slay thugacation and P A P
Carry our guns through the industry
Talk tough then we tell you R I P
So all ya'll punk rappers stop comin' at me
Cock the thang, now air it out [x3]
Cock the thang, cock suckas!
Ya'll already know what this is
Got the voice of Brooklyn, I know ya'll niggas here my footsteps out there
Aka the son of song aka the 1 point jive, ya'll know what I'm a tell ya'll now right? aka, ya'll know what I'm a say already? Papoose, Pap-poose.
Cock the thang, air it out [x4]
Now where da hammer let's grip it, cock it back let's spit it, weed spot let's stick it, where da work let's flip it.
Cock the thang, now air it out [x2]
I was sittin' on da stoop, sittin' on da stoop, sitting, on da stoop with the ruger on my side now I'm ridin' in a coup, ridin' in a coup, ridin' in a coup with the ruger on my side.
Cock the thang, now air it out [x4]
I was on Fulton street downtown Brooklyn
Iced out so this nigga keep lookin', he ain't know Pap had the scat on him, cock the thing back then I step to him.
Cock the thang, now air it out [x4]
I was on Touch It Remix, man I did my thing
But I came up man shit done change now the one point jive is ma name, STOP! Show them how that gun bang.
Cock the thang, now air it out [x4]
I was on 47th at a Diamond District THEN,
David Blane got ma wrist glistenin', rappas say they wanna get it in with him, when they see him they don't say shit to him.
Cock the thang, now air it out [x4]
Kay-slay thugacation and P A P
Carry our guns through the industry
Talk tough then we tell you R I P
So all ya'll punk rappers stop comin' at me
Cock the thang, now air it out [x3]
Cock the thang, cock suckas!
Writer: C. BROADUS, SCOTT STORCH, W. MACKIE
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC