El RTNC - Get The Paper lyrics

[Hook] Wake up in the morning and I go and get the paper Gotta get the paper Every morning gotta go and get the paper And a nice cup of coffee [Verse 1: Your Old Droog] Order one with 2 espresso shots in it called ‘Redeye' Ain't no tellin' how many newspapers I read Buy several papers and I read them all twice So I can recite them to you backwards, son, I'm nice Went straight to the art section, started flexin' Like, look ma, I'm on stage shootin' dice with Sean Price Henny straight, never on ice But I don't even drink like that Making a grip is my only vice [Hook] Wake up in the morning and I go and get the paper Gotta get the paper Every morning gotta go and get the paper And a nice cup of coffee [Verse 2: Your Old Droog] Lookin' at my paper, it's about that time About them times, when life hands you limes Make guac, you know guac, as in green, like guacamole I don't know why they started sayin' guap, should've been stopped My synopsis is real, never had that OD mixing feel With cats who make waves and happen to get a 360 deal Don't let them tie your financial du rag too tight When you go to sleep at night It restricts cash flow get your stash Miracle-Gro With the ill lyrical flow (lyrical miracle) Fans is mad fickle though So don't let them solo too long on a skin piccolo Or flute, why you think it's called woodwinds I always found it hard to choose good friends I'm a bad judge of character Can't even spot underage chicks Page 6 caught in the matrix [Hook] Wake up in the morning and I go and get the paper Gotta get the paper Every morning gotta go and get the paper And a nice cup of coffee [Verse 3: Your Old Droog] It's the same routine, except now my boots clean Or I'm in gators, moving like gator with a cute fay That's the dark crack back ally hallie bought sh** same lane Now it's silicone valley Crib in studio city, when in NY I never go to the studio in the city It's Green Point where all signs point to the green skizz bizz That I hit up Fort Greene my high rise in Manhattan got the ill skyscraper view Gross paper like pay-per-view, you still got a paper due, dealin' with midterms and finals While we make deals on a kid terms pressin' up vinyls Knowledge of a person at age 80 Wise like a sage don't you see the grade, lady? But I don't look stressed This an open book test