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Papoose - Drama Captain

Artist: Papoose Title: Drama Captain Mixtape: The Beast From The East Lyrics (www.allpap.com): [Papoose Talking] Papoose; it's a new era in Hip-Hop. Lotta labels is dying. Streetsweepers Entertainment, Yo, [Papoose] I spot the ratchet - got the habbit, got to have it Cop the ratchet, lots of clackin', cock it back and watch the action Now that I got the 'matic: glock for static, lot could happen Pop his attic, knock his back in, lots of laughin' while i'm blastin' Blowin' a proper 'matic, stronger passin', larger lavish, Pasta passin', lobster, crabs, and also rabbits strong attraction, bars of passion, cause the cat for walkin' rapid off the cat take off his jacket, warn him black, get off the track he gon attack, get stronger tactics, off the fag, get off the savage far from average, lost in package, llama strappin', dollar stackin', drama captain gimme the parkway, I give you a drive-in raise one hand on the steering wheel - other hand on the gauge I got the man in my mirror, can't stand as a slave, I coulda stayed as a coward, but I ran cause i'm brave gimme the Van Wick, show you why they call us the damn whip reverse where? burn gears: I can't stand sticks everytime i make a sharp turn, my hands slip my palms sweat and I can't grip you keep talkin' 'bout your man rich, man, shit, you and your man bitch I got enough bread to put you in a sandwich cause if the king is unroyal i'm stripping his throne street smarts is solid: got a wisdom of stone click on me, I click back, who you clickin' on homes? i stick my gun up your ass, have you sittin' on chrome don't give me nothin' on consignment - you gon get jerked i'd rather flip on you before I flip some work i'm from dirty down the hill, where them clicks get murked block lovers kill clicks for turf I spit proper grammar, yall niggas spit prop-a-ganda politics sharp enough to ox the chancellor you handlin', I rock with handlers cause you'll never cock to scare us if you'on cock to blam us we fuck hustlas plots and plans up flooded blocks with samplers, took it to the top with scramblers yo I gotta stick dice game and search the socks of gamblers my kids need a box of pampers yall never put in work, throwin' blocks and clans up burn flags and pop bandanas and since them niggas on my block got bananas, nine milli'll shoot like a video shoot - cock and camera strong call bad nerves ducking cops with handcuffs everyday he smoke a whole box of cancer question my gangsta like I'on got the answer i'll bring it to your top commander if i catch you in the club dancing, i'ma cock the hammer, knock your top off and turn you to a topless dancer before these record labels ain't know where my fam stood now I got more labels on me than canned goods pop off on me - I wish you and your man would, Papoose stay with a razor like manhood Jim Jones said i'm a beast - it did a lot for me Sunny said she love my hustle - made it hot for me blowin' up in London man, it's about to pop for me Kiss said he got 16 bars on cock for me the whole Rikers Island ready to swing a ox for me Kay Slay they can't hold me - hit a shot for me