Paper Sons - Hua Li 化力

Call me industrious

I wear these braids like chains that hold me to the backs of us

Steaming over packs of us —

Still, the story stands that they always been good friends to us

Damn, they should be losing face ‘round us

Y’all don’t get 孝: if you my sons, you should bow down

Benetton deep, when we strong neo-cons pout —

They keep they queens clean, gene pool don’t branch out

We keep it coming like it’s 1965

Like Huey Newton’s still alive

AAPA still building ties

Gonna get me a paper son

I don’t care what town he from

上海到成都行

Or 咱們 like he from 北京

Get me a paper son

Cook me up some 汽肉湯

Turn around and say my name

He press me with that four tone game

Gonna get me a paper son

I don’t care what town he from

上海到成都行

Or 咱們 like he from 北京

Get me a paper son

Cook me up some 汽肉湯

Turn around and say my name

He press me with that four tone game