Top Songs By PAULY-P
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
PAULY-P
Rap
Guilty Pleasurez
Rap
Excessive
Tasteninstrumente
Sean Pearl
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Guilty Pleasurez
Texte
Excessive
Texte
Paul Torres
Songwriter:in
Jesse Harrison
Songwriter:in
Geofrey Peterson
Songwriter:in
Sean Pearl
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
PAULY-P
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Guilty Pleasurez
Co-Produzent:in
D-Funk
Co-Produzent:in
Excessive
Produzent:in
Lyrics
East 2 the west
From the east to the west
Yo back to the east
We killin phony rappers
So you rest in peace
With all the elements
We control the streets
We hit the beat
To make the cypher complete
From the east to the west
Yo back to the east
We killin phony rappers
So you rest in peace
With all the elements
We control the streets
We hit the beat
To make the cypher complete
Walking around with empty pockets
Striving hard on my own
They know it’s me Pauly-P
Quick to get this heat on
Who can you trust in this life
This world is filthy and greedy
Busters be popping of they mouths
But them haters can’t see
Bringing this drama straight to the table
Playa is you able to rock the mic full scale
Laying this heat up on your ass
Just like an addiction man
Smoking these tires
All tact out at six grand
I’m on a mission to do some dirt
To make things work it might hurt
Hard enough to roll away bodies
Up inside a hearse
From the east and to the west
I’m putting you suckas to the test
No you’ll never see me stress
As I put you through a mic arrest
Still doin what I’m doin
To represent my set
Element E N T
So you better watch your step
For all these tracks that I must bless
I’m putting you suckas to rest
Suckas to rest
From the east to the west
Yo back to the east
We killin phony rappers
So you rest in peace
With all the elements
We control the streets
We hit the beat
To make the cypher complete
From the east to the west
Yo back to the east
We killin phony rappers
So you rest in peace
With all the elements
We control the streets
We hit the beat
To make the cypher complete
From the west to the e a s t its Ex
Whether I’m smoking on the best
And blowing any off my chest one guess
Predict a move I make
Closely watching these fools is fake
Looking for rules to break
Throwing these thangs at a cheap rate
Throwing gold flows at you point blank
You couldn’t take my place
I need to see it without a trace
Spotting more money to make
Your broke and bummy plus fake
Bugging your honey for change
And even strapped with a thang
Oh hard as fuck is what you claim
707 is where I stay daily striving for paper
I floss so why do you fuck this bitch
But I still wouldn’t hate ya
707 westside raider
A mother fucking money maker
Bread break it down ass fucking player
Making beats that can found
Bumping on blocks
From the west to the east
Mother fuck all cops
Hitting blunts at barbecues in parks
Intoxicated when I hit the spot
A bottle of Alize in my gut
And a fresh 8th in my pocket
Conversating with this bitch
And if she cool a fool I’ll knock it
And at least she got a financial status
To her name of player clock it
Come take a walk in a day in my life
I can assure you that if you ain’t drunk
Then you gonna be high
You got your swisher I got mine
Let’s roll this shit
One blunt ain’t enough to call my mom
So today I’m on 6
And ima smoke that shit until I pass out
Drunker than a mother fucker
Assed out on the couch
I’m from the west where it wild
Through out all my trials
I’ve seen so many styles
I’ve seen khakis and chucks
I’ve seen then scream west up
I’m from the place where if it’s game
You’d recognize it
I’m steadily making moves
While you’ll be fantasizing
I’m posting bomb threats
Mind of a Vietnam vet
Not paying attention to a record haters comment
Most of that shit that you spit
Be straight nonsense
It’s like fucking Wendy
In front of Dave Thomas
It’s a must I bust every mic I touch
And it ain’t close to over
What’s that the gold rush
And I’m not slowing down
MCS get the pound
But my smiles worth a million
And many people feel it
A combination of races
As if we were Sicilian
A warrior from the golden state
Best believe I’m for the take
Get off my dick
Or at least come on ultra neck
I puts it down for the bay Califor ni a
From the east to the west
Yo back to the east
We killin phony rappers
So you rest in peace
With all the elements
We control the streets
We hit the beat
To make the cypher complete
From the east to the west
Yo back to the east
We killin phony rappers
So you rest in peace
With all the elements
We control the streets
We hit the beat
To make the cypher complete
Don’t matter if your ready or not
Cuz son here I go
See I’m taking you the steps
And I’m aiming at yo
See I thought I left you with some sense
To see that
I’m more willing and able
10 times faster like a modem cable
Now I’m getting you plugged in
Getting you caught up
With the west coast beats
Making you caught up in
Got you lured with the bass line
Caught you with the raps and
Now I’m back in the state of mind
Where I want to be
Have you heard this rapper Sean P
Also known as the dopest MC
I’ve been called a lyricist
A DJ battalyst using my tactics
I heard you like in catalyst
Now ima rap this verse like a bun
Let you know that I’m almost done
This hits gonna rise in the east
But in the west ima set with the sun
Yeah
From the east to the west
Yo back to the east
We killin phony rappers
So you rest in peace
With all the elements
We control the streets
We hit the beat
To make the cypher complete
From the east to the west
Yo back to the east
We killin phony rappers
So you rest in peace
With all the elements
We control the streets
We hit the beat
To make the cypher complete
Written by: Excessive, Geofrey Peterson, Guilty Pleasurez, Jesse Harrison, PAULY-P, Paul Torres, Sean Pearl
