PAINT THINNER lyrics

by

RZA


[Chorus]
Big-body Caddy, lane-switching
Sipping oil, smelling like I'm paint thinner
12 tryna build a case with you
n*ggas telling, they ain’t gotta chase n*ggas
Things change ‘round shiny things
Make it hard to even face n*ggas
Pray the Lord put a blessing on me
Pray my son not a fake n*gga
Pray his daddy not a dope dealer
Read the signs, know the ropes, n*gga
Front the jays if you running plays
I ain’t never scared of no n*gga
I ain’t goin’ back to broke, n*gga
Really could’ve been a door-kicker
Pray whatever, if it stay together
We could whip it up and make the dope thicker, ayy

[Verse 1]
Switch up the style, switch up the style
I got it running for miles, ayy
I got the sauce, I got the style
I’ve been tripping for a while, ayy
I need a jeweler, a trip to Bermuda
A b*tch gon' be giving medulla, ayy
I had that fish in the cooler, ayy
Castros, damn, they in collusion, ayy
Can't f*ck that b*tch ‘cause she boujee, ayy
Can't f*ck that b*tch ‘cause she boujee (Woo!)
Can't f*ck that b*tch ‘cause she’s thirsty, ayy
Can't [censored], her mind is polluted (Woo!)
Young and I’m rich and I’m ruthless (Woo!)
Whippin’ the coupe with the ruler, ayy
Whippin’ the coupe with no roof, ayy (What!)
I had the vision to do it
[Chorus]
Big-body Caddy, lane-switching
Sipping oil, smelling like I'm paint thinner
12 tryna build a case with you
n*ggas telling, they ain’t gotta chase n*ggas
Things change ‘round shiny things
Make it hard to even face n*ggas
Pray the Lord put a blessing on me
Pray my son not a fake n*gga
Pray his daddy not a dope dealer
Read the signs, know the ropes, n*gga
Front the jays if you running plays
I ain’t never scared of no n*gga
I ain’t going back to broke, n*gga
Really could’ve been a door-kicker
Pray whatever, if it stay together
We could whip it up and make the dope thicker, ayy

[Verse 2]
I got a b*tch, she a nudist (She with it)
I got me fixing my jewelry (Ayy, take it up)
I need a brick and a pension (That brick in it)
I hit that b*tch in my Guccis (f*ck it up)
f*ckin’ a f*ck about friendship (f*ck it up)
Got that flash on me dancing, ayy
I’m the same n*gga from the Chi, ugh (Yeah)
Same n*gga from the Chi
Know a lot of lame n*ggas switch sides, ugh
Different colors on the ride
Like a n*gga paint a picture with a pot (Woo!)
Whole thing on the way (Yeah)
Quarterthing on the block (Woo!)
Ugh, I’ma pop a molly, keep me activated
Smoking California, keep me medicated
Find a plug on the activator
Ran it to him, never hesitated
Pop a 30 milligram Perc-ulator
pus*y good, might see you later
Rolling kush good, might see you later
All these n*ggas is impersonators
I’ma be a stuntman forever
[Chorus]
Big-body Caddy, lane-switching
Sipping oil, smelling like I'm paint thinner
12 tryna build a case with you
n*ggas telling, they ain’t gotta chase n*ggas
Things change ‘round shiny things
Make it hard to even face n*ggas
Pray the Lord put a blessing on me
Pray my son not a fake n*gga
Pray his daddy not a dope dealer
Read the signs, know the ropes, n*gga
Front the jays if you running plays
I ain’t never scared of no n*gga
I ain’t going back to broke, n*gga
Really could’ve been a door-kicker
Pray whatever, if it stay together
We could whip it up and make the—[beep]
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