Papoose - Fitted Hat Low lyrics

[Intro] I got the Armani's, got the Versace joints My fitted cap low, let me put my hater blockers on Papoose Pa-poose [Hook] I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out) I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out) I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out) I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out) I got my fitted hat on my face (My face) Why you all up in my space (My space) I don't want these haters all in my grill so I cop me some brand new shades (New shades) [Verse 1] I wear a mean dark pair of shades And you can't see my eyes unless my head bent It's about to be a cold winter, I'm on some sh** Show you how to rob the industry like 50 cent Hopped on the airplane, hit Miami quick Linked up with Scott Storch, so you know it's a hit Everybody lookin for me like where Pap went? Going going going gone, I'm outta here b**h Look at shorty over there, she thick like quick But she got her breasts done, she thinks she slick Yeah, all the girls with the real hair Yeah, the real chest and the ill rear Even if it ain't real, I ain't hating on it Uh! It's still yours cause you paid for it Get your weight up not your hate up and see me after you got it up I'm clockin ya, Versace shades watchin ya [Hook] I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out) I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out) I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out) I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out) I got my fitted hat on my face (My face) Why you all up in my space (My space) I don't want these haters all in my grill so I cop me some brand new shades (New shades) [Verse 2] My groove, come get into my groove Walk through the industry doing what I choose My chain hit your girl in the face, she 'gon bruise So when I'm on top, I take off my j**els Four hundred songs, what more can I prove Versatile, I'm hardcore, but I'm smooth Cop new hammers and give them to my goons None of y'all crews don't want it with my dudes The throwback Mike's, black and gray pair Not those, the suede pair Had that '07 leather in '06 I switch it up every year Since it's 07, I'm copping my '08 gear They don't face fight, when I pull out the thirty eight here Make the doctor press down on your chest and say CLEAR! s**er punched you fast and say they ain't care They can't swing on me, I weave like fake hair [Hook] I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out) I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out) I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out) I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out) I got my fitted hat on my face (My face) Why you all up in my space (My space) I don't want these haters all in my grill so I cop me some brand new shades (New shades) [Verse 3] Count my money once, I count my money twice Then I count it again to make sure it's right I keep my guns dirty, and my j**elry plain Cause fly b**hes love gangstas, nah mean!? I know y'all shades is fake, but not these y'all Armani, Vioni, Versace, her body like Halle She probably think she got me, but not me Ma please I bet you I can make her feel like a virgin I bet you I can make her scream like a virgin And her p**y smells good, I said it Cause she a clean version) like a radio edit But it's all about the clothes, the homes, the hot cars Looking through my shades, it's easy to spot ya Rock ya to sleep, then drop y'all Seen alot of stars get rocked, that's why I call them rockstars [Hook] I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out) I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out) I got my fitted hat low, block em out (Block 'em out) I got my hater blockers on, block em out (Block 'em out) I got my fitted hat on my face (My face) Why you all up in my space (My space) I don't want these haters all in my grill so I cop me some brand new shades (New shades)