The Paint Walking Songtext
Naa
Naa-naa, na-na-na
Okay
Okay
Foot long line of ketamine
Don't be a square like Tiananmen
Go inhale that sediment
Crackhead, take methamphetamine
Knock like a cop, won't let him in
Naa-naa, na-na-na
Okay
Okay
Foot long line of ketamine
Don't be a square like Tiananmen
Go inhale that sediment
Crackhead, take methamphetamine
Knock like a cop, won't let him in
Come in, please sit and settle in
Both of the coasts unsettling
Please stop your meddling, nigga
Wow, used to hit up people, now those people hit me now
Niggas want beef, all you rappers have a cow
I'm eating that orange chicken and interviewing Mao
Zedong, fade on sight
See me stunting down the block in a painted Tibetan fanny pack
Like Manny Pac, I said fuck the faggots, like, suck a tranny sack
My canny packing gas in it tightly, I might be anti-vax
Your auntie lack, I might take her money off of her panty stack
I can't be wack, if I keep on spitting I wonder
When I'm seven hundred underground plunderers find a CD
"Can't be slap!" That anti-rap, fancy that! Playin' the classics
The way she play with my Vlasic pickle I'm not very flaccid
Nickel-plated, fickle faded
The metal stoner grown a boner to show her
Imperative, you know, a grower from a shower
Nigga, get down, take cover, she got an STD
She'll have you burning through rubber, you're not impressing me Please go return with some numbers
Sell powder (Yeah), bell tower (Yeah)
Yell louder (Yeah), okay now
Sell powder (Yeah), bell tower (Yeah)
Yell louder (Yeah), tell router (Yeah)
Okay now, okay now
See me stunting down the block
While they fainting you better watch your head
"Hip-hop is dead"
But if I'm so hip and I'm hoppin', what be then?
Let's just pretend that you believe in rebirth
From matter under the dirt
Don't matter if yo' feet hurt
They'll return to be earth
I'm making my way in the night time
We fade if you wanna go fight mine
I'm crossing erasing the white line in the street
Under the light shining, bite grinding
I got that paint on my pants
I got that paint on my shirt
I got that paint on my hands
I take a step in that work, uh, uh
Both of the coasts unsettling
Please stop your meddling, nigga
Wow, used to hit up people, now those people hit me now
Niggas want beef, all you rappers have a cow
I'm eating that orange chicken and interviewing Mao
Zedong, fade on sight
See me stunting down the block in a painted Tibetan fanny pack
Like Manny Pac, I said fuck the faggots, like, suck a tranny sack
My canny packing gas in it tightly, I might be anti-vax
Your auntie lack, I might take her money off of her panty stack
I can't be wack, if I keep on spitting I wonder
When I'm seven hundred underground plunderers find a CD
"Can't be slap!" That anti-rap, fancy that! Playin' the classics
The way she play with my Vlasic pickle I'm not very flaccid
Nickel-plated, fickle faded
The metal stoner grown a boner to show her
Imperative, you know, a grower from a shower
Nigga, get down, take cover, she got an STD
She'll have you burning through rubber, you're not impressing me Please go return with some numbers
Sell powder (Yeah), bell tower (Yeah)
Yell louder (Yeah), okay now
Sell powder (Yeah), bell tower (Yeah)
Yell louder (Yeah), tell router (Yeah)
Okay now, okay now
See me stunting down the block
While they fainting you better watch your head
"Hip-hop is dead"
But if I'm so hip and I'm hoppin', what be then?
Let's just pretend that you believe in rebirth
From matter under the dirt
Don't matter if yo' feet hurt
They'll return to be earth
I'm making my way in the night time
We fade if you wanna go fight mine
I'm crossing erasing the white line in the street
Under the light shining, bite grinding
I got that paint on my pants
I got that paint on my shirt
I got that paint on my hands
I take a step in that work, uh, uh
