It`s the Postaboy — текст песни (Pete Rock f Postaboy)

[Postaboy]
Uh, yeah, yeah
Harlem, Postaboy, let`s go
Harlem, PB, Pete Rock, woo woo
Uhh, let`s go

I`ma show you how we get down like, with this pound like
Since I`m in a Caddy P this what it sound like
Uhh, yeah this what you clowns like
And since you`re on my dick nigga this what uptown like
Geah, I`m on top of my A game
Blew two hundred thou`, got it back on the haste gang
Posta back in the building
The 106 hall of famer t-shirt is back in the ceiling
I`m a new artist but it`s like I`m platinum plus
E`ry day, spend superstar rapper bucks
Go to the dealer, cop trucks after trucks
High as a kite, rollin dutch after dutch
Honey leavin the scene with me
Now she wanna get a room, but at 119 with me
Lowrider jeans, fanny pokin out the pants
Do the snake, the wop and the uh-oh dance, ohh!

[Chorus]
Make way it`s the Postaboy
Yeah the Postaboy, with the Wonder Boy
We got the ladies in the club makin all that noise
Winning Team outside, you don`t see our toys (woo woo)
Make way it`s the Postaboy
Yeah the Postaboy, with the Wonder Boy
They got the ladies in the crowd makin all that noise
Beep beep, I`m a boss, I don`t drive my toys

[Postaboy]
You can find me uptown, uptown, low in cement B`s
Rollin up in the club like the {?}
I don`t know why you hate me, I`m tryin to date me
a hot mami like Tammy at AE
Jump, I say that I`m focused
And just how thirsty all these hoes is
Wide door knockers with the rings in they noses
I J, then they knockin at my door like Jehovahs
I start checkin my peep mo`
I come from Harlem, the home of the hustler negroes
Like, R.P., Alpo
Jim Ice, Nicky Barnes, and my nigga Bumpy John
All I need is a pair of my Pro*Keds
Half moon part and a two-wheel moped
Quarter water, Jimmy Chu`s for my honey
It`s the Postaboy, Winning Team, good money

[Chorus]

[Postaboy]
I said throw yo` lighters in the motherfuckin urr
The roof on fire and not a muh`fucker curr
There`s so many bunnies and I`m seein over her
Every time I turn around, couple durr, couple durr
Hey! I`m mean mixin my two-step
Now little birdie wanna call me Hugh Hef`
Pimp so hard `til there ain`t no juice left
I been around the world, I done toured the U.S.

Here we go, c`mon
Now here we go, c`mon
Now here we go, c`mon
Now here we go, c`mon
Yeah!

[Chorus] - 2X



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