'Papa' Lou on some Southern than South sh**!!!
hiphop
free
unsigned
naked
crossover
color blind
rapper
aftermath
wutang
def jam
white rappers
cypress hill
bad boy
nude
talented
make money
record deal
death row
caucasian rappers
sign me
major label
murder inc
Story behind the song
Tired of waiting on the bench I was ready to unleash this origional style when the time was right. When people begin to tire of the "jam it down your throat until you like it - we will limit what you hear so you will buy all our carbon copy, manufactured rap stars records". bling- bling hahahahahaha NEXT!!!!
Lyrics
Verse #1 Ooooooh death, wont you spell me over for another year?
Step on my toes as I blood soak your corn rows. Pleasure down. Let me re-struct your nose bro. How we clown? The showdown. Hope it slows yo'? Discobobulated. It chose you, so drown clown.
Knockin' on wood. Hope ya' luck strikes my milla'. The double drilla', the killa' I'm cor-rupt for rilla'. Fill a big ass glass. The whole cup, it doesn't matter. The more the merrier, got your whole family sadder.
The death adder, spittin' venom out the pen. And in my time I'm severin' all throats of men. Who come across actin' sideways or stupid. Cause' in old days - you got your top split to prove it. My comin' around jumps nerves - a milla' hate it. I got rhymes up the UH, forget it I'm activated.