The Paper - Madlib, Guilty Simpson

Yah

Get ready

Madlib laced it

Hot for the summer

Straight from the basement

Bang it, turn it up loud 'til you feel it

Flagrent, play it for the broad you chill with

Guilty

Let 'em know now that I’m coming

Raised in a dungeon, blazing the function

Stone’s Throw gave me the push that I needed

Now I stay weeded

Chumps stay seated

We stay heated

Strapped for the gunplay

Fire (?) church

But I don’t preach on a Sunday

Nope

I hand off styles like a run play

Dope

Quarterback straight to the super

Bowl

Lay kingpins out with the Ruger

Roll in the alley

Mack these airhead hoes in the valley

Pimpin' hard

Guard dog for those that’s in my yard

Retreat or you get sent to die

Baseball hats might ditch or dive

Stare down cats I’m meant to rob

Voice of the vandals, rep for the have-nots

Scavengers show me that cash spot

Shake down, give me that dough and we out

Now y’all rap cats know we about that paper

Stone’s Throw

Guilty Simpson motherfuckers

Madlib