Papoose - Stylin' On You lyrics

[Hook] You mad ‘cause I'm stylin' on you You mad ‘cause I'm stylin' on you Man, you just mad ‘cause I'm stylin' on you Yeah, you mad ‘cause I'm stylin' on you [Verse 1] I wake up in the morning, wipe all the lint out my hair Then I prepare what type of fly sh** I'ma wear Hop in the shower, hop out, slip in my gear My chick on the stairs, walk around, switchin' to rear I sit on my chair, hand on my chin, and just stare My vision is clear, they show me love isn't sincere These n***as is squares, they know I got the illest ideas Millionaires, I got enough wisdom to share They snitchin' out here, hip-hop cops friskin' my peers These n***as in fear, how can I win if I'm in there? Mousse in my hair like, "Pap, end these n***as career!" I'm grinnin' like "Yeah," Hell, I'm sendin' em there As soon as I got the check, I let it flip when it cleared You a backstab, a snake, a prick in your ear Somebody need to pray for him, I got him in my prayers That other n***a 'bout to die, I'm puttin' him in my swears [Bridge 1] I got the hammer on my hip Ice on my wrist Drive a big whip And you ain't got sh** [Hook] [Verse 2] You's a test tube baby, hit your test tube up I see they ga**ed you Why you let 'em Amoco and Hess you up? I had the .38 Special tucked Since Color Me Badd was singing "I Wanna Sex You Up" The cousin, the brother, the friend, I get you stuck Even hit the Godfather with a threatful pump Hit all of your step brothers and the rest you chumps Don't let your relatives get you slumped I can't curse on the radio, but I'm 'bout to eff you up I hit the uncle, the aunt, and the nephew up You ain't even built like that, but yet you tough When it go down I bet you duck I'm sick with it, I'm a full blown cold, I'll mess you up You just a little sneeze, God bless you, chump Wet you up, tell 'em vest you up Whoever told you I don't do my thing in the streets They set you up [Bridge 2: Papoose] I got a album full of hits Work on the strip A phone full of chicks And you ain't got sh** [Hook] [Verse 3] I keep my pants saggin', hell of a style, my gear matchin' I ride the Caddy truck, you ride in a band wagon The elevator take too long, you can't catch it Chase you in your building and run up the stairs clappin' What's the reason n***as be thinkin' it can't happen? I show and prove, he show-and-tell, your man braggin' She look right, her jeans so tight she can't fasten And she popped the zipper squeezin' her bare a** in Turn my music up real loud, yeah, blast it My style's so nasty I'll give you a eargasm Saliva on your face, ‘cause you really don't care Try to act like you crying, you got spit in your tears Send your team into crisis, you n***as is scared I ain't gotta be the one to get rid of this queer I bet you one of them other n***as k** him this year And he gonna die like a coward, ‘cause he living in fear [Bridge 1] [Hook]