Song lyrics Stackn Paper by B Real

["Scarface" movie samples for opening 0:18]

[B-Real]
It's, so phenomenal, it's no optical illusion I give you a transfusion I'm from L.A.C. with West coast hustle It's a worldwide ride from L.A. to Brussels Def Jams like Russell and I'm gettin older Yo check the Blueprint homey just like Hova Plannin to take over, the streets are mine I couldn't get away if I tried to run away blind We're attached to the hip, like my sig in my clip Gettin money, gettin honies you know fish 'n chips From the belly to L.B., what can you tell me It ain't healthy, you fuckin with us I didn't come for any foolishness, I'm so cool with this I make you Stand Up like my name was Ludacris I can lift you, and never pretend to be somethin I'm not so I never offend you c'mon

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Straight up we stackin our paper We got no time to waste either True life don't come with no favors Gimme time and I'll make you believers [B-Real] I've, played the game and you heard my name And I've laid to waste so many lames it's off the chain People come and go every day, but family stays I guess it just depends, on how you were raised For my success you givin me praise and poppin champagne Blazin up the sticky kush, on my campaign I'm, highly trained to provide you with joy and pain Keep it movin don't ever stop, just let it rain We whippin through L.A.C. in the candy cars that bounce, like the honies when they dance on bars I love my city, and everything in it Summertime don't miss it in Cali or you'll regret it So many hot birds, God damn they fly So much kush weed can't help but to get you high Come in peace or you're leavin in pieces You're dealin with the cold clique as the heat increases Heat it up

[Chorus]

[B-Real]

I relate to the thug ones, those are my loved ones I represent for all of those who live where I come from I relate to the hustle cause I don't like starvin Fuck with the bread, triggers get squeezed like Charmin I relate to the ballers cause I get my figures You want a piece of mine but you can't buy that nigga They say people are plastic, in the City of Angels And it's dangerous, when you go talkin to strangers You might run into a banger, them boys with colors Then hammers start clickin like camera shutters Be careful of any shit talkin you might utter I don't wanna scare you but you need to take some cover We livin with the beauty and beast, I'm doin my duty but beast is lookin for a little release This world is so cold, but you wanna grow old In life there's no hold, in the game I don't fold I rock shows in the House of Blues Over beats that J. Stoner made to make you move And it Feels So Good, but I ain't Tony It's the realest heart homey not made for phonies

[Chorus]
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