Papoose - Air It Out lyrics

Yeah! Ya'll already know what this is Got the voice of Brooklyn, I know ya'll n***as here my footsteps out there A.K.A. the son of song A.K.A. the 1 point jive Ya'll know what I'mma tell ya'll now right? A.K.A., y'all know what I'mma say already? Papoose, Pap-poose co*k the thing, air it out [x4] Now where da hammer let's grip it co*k it back let's spit it Weed spot let's stick it Where da work let's flip it co*k the thing, now air it out [x2] I was sittin' on da stoop, sittin' on da stoop Sittin' 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 co*k the thing, now air it out [x4] I was on Fulton street downtown Brooklyn Iced out so this n***a keep lookin' He ain't know Pap had the scat on him co*k the thing back then I step to him co*k the thing, now air it out [x4] I was on "Touch It Remix", man I did my thing But I came up man sh** done change Now the one point jive is my name STOP! Show them how that gun bang co*k the thing, now air it out [x4] I was on 47th at a Diamond District THEN David Blane got ma wrist glistenin' Rappers say they wanna get it in with him When they see him they don't say sh** to him co*k the thing, now air it out [x4] Kay Slay Thug-A-Cation and P.A.P Carry our guns through the industry Talk tough then we tell you R.I.P So all y'all punk rappers stop comin' at me co*k the thing, now air it out [x3] co*k the thing, co*k-s**as!