Put the Next Man On Lyrics
| Song | Put the Next Man On |
| Artist | Prince Paul |
| Album | Prince Among Thieves |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hamilton, Lambert ... | |
| (feat. Breeze, Sha, Superstar) | |
| [Tariq/Breeze] | |
| What? Shit, I could definitely sell for y'all brothas | |
| We could all get this money | |
| Get paid, I'm just I'm just tryin to get down wit y'all brothas | |
| Y'all brothas got, I'm sayin y'all, y'all got all that shit together | |
| I'm just tryin to yo, be like y'all brothas, Big Will yaknawsayin? | |
| But yo I gots mines, you know niggas call me around the way | |
| Check it aiyyo | |
| The Green Bandit, son the beats handed over like jugling | |
| And the only slight trouble is keep it up | |
| Sleepin, what? I flips more weight than Oprah | |
| Strips or fate than hope, my skills superb | |
| Crills to herb, to dope I lace brothas | |
| Butter wounds, I bless the spend-er, but test | |
| I bend or waste motha****ers, rules are broke | |
| Get smoked free of charge | |
| We not drugs but hot slugs, see I'm Large like Mister | |
| I gots no shame, irrational nigga, the cash clouts | |
| Shit ain't no game, it's more like a national past time | |
| Your sales pitcher, down the pipe | |
| Come get a hit, I never fail to get your clown types | |
| I never quit persuing these crabs, recruiting rehabs in churches | |
| My search is ongoing, but yo **** it I want the dough in | |
| Can I please this crime, cool shit Genovese times two | |
| Be in drug store to thug lore | |
| [Chorus x2: Superstar] | |
| If you got some flow, and I got some flow | |
| You gettin dough, baby doll and I'm gettin dough | |
| We can chill on the hill, word bond | |
| And put the next man on like we supposed to put him on | |
| [True/Sha] | |
| Aiyyo, that's my son, I state that on my word | |
| Place that nigga on a hundred-third, then make cream off of bird | |
| Yo I'ma watch em, he come up short and I'm gon' smoke em | |
| Either way you could say I'm that bronc' that broke em | |
| He wanna learn, I say give em a chance | |
| He **** up and the devil'll be havin a last dance | |
| I think he'll do it right, he knows the consequences | |
| The **** up after that, that shit's true extenses | |
| Every time came we took out, he was the lookout | |
| Wanna know how much I made? | |
| Just ask one of them niggas to pull the book out | |
| I state this on my word bond, just put him on | |
| In time he'll come up shinin like a motha****in Don | |
| [Tariq/Breeze] | |
| I Gets Money like Lil Kim | |
| Could take a facial, to make em paint skill forget it dunn | |
| My shit'll win you jackpots | |
| Commishion be officially a crack spot wit a purpose | |
| I get my service then niggas serve us | |
| A neighborhood infested, that's the good investment | |
| I peeps your operation, let a nigga give me most high | |
| I never been arrested, but expect the unexpected | |
| Wit full pre-meditation, when I run in wit po-nine I freaks the amnesia | |
| Or maybe like I be strung out | |
| Catchin a damn seizure, **** it I bites my tongue out | |
| Nuttin to lose, cousin your crews a top notch, Lex and Benz | |
| Run through niggas blocks like hop scotch | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Outro] | |
| [Tariq/Breeze] | |
| I'm sayin, complete and total detriment to society | |
| Yo, a match made in hell, word is bond | |
| A wonderful day for the organization | |
| It's just gon' be perfect for everybody involved | |
| You get money, I get money, everybody get money | |
| Everybody shine, as neighborhoods decline | |
| ("How could anything go wrong?") [x2] | |
| ("Whooooaaaa") ("How could anything go wrong?) |
| zuo ci : Hamilton, Lambert ... | |
| feat. Breeze, Sha, Superstar | |
| Tariq Breeze | |
| What? Shit, I could definitely sell for y' all brothas | |
| We could all get this money | |
| Get paid, I' m just I' m just tryin to get down wit y' all brothas | |
| Y' all brothas got, I' m sayin y' all, y' all got all that shit together | |
| I' m just tryin to yo, be like y' all brothas, Big Will yaknawsayin? | |
| But yo I gots mines, you know niggas call me around the way | |
| Check it aiyyo | |
| The Green Bandit, son the beats handed over like jugling | |
| And the only slight trouble is keep it up | |
| Sleepin, what? I flips more weight than Oprah | |
| Strips or fate than hope, my skills superb | |
| Crills to herb, to dope I lace brothas | |
| Butter wounds, I bless the spender, but test | |
| I bend or waste motha ers, rules are broke | |
| Get smoked free of charge | |
| We not drugs but hot slugs, see I' m Large like Mister | |
| I gots no shame, irrational nigga, the cash clouts | |
| Shit ain' t no game, it' s more like a national past time | |
| Your sales pitcher, down the pipe | |
| Come get a hit, I never fail to get your clown types | |
| I never quit persuing these crabs, recruiting rehabs in churches | |
| My search is ongoing, but yo it I want the dough in | |
| Can I please this crime, cool shit Genovese times two | |
| Be in drug store to thug lore | |
| Chorus x2: Superstar | |
| If you got some flow, and I got some flow | |
| You gettin dough, baby doll and I' m gettin dough | |
| We can chill on the hill, word bond | |
| And put the next man on like we supposed to put him on | |
| True Sha | |
| Aiyyo, that' s my son, I state that on my word | |
| Place that nigga on a hundredthird, then make cream off of bird | |
| Yo I' ma watch em, he come up short and I' m gon' smoke em | |
| Either way you could say I' m that bronc' that broke em | |
| He wanna learn, I say give em a chance | |
| He up and the devil' ll be havin a last dance | |
| I think he' ll do it right, he knows the consequences | |
| The up after that, that shit' s true extenses | |
| Every time came we took out, he was the lookout | |
| Wanna know how much I made? | |
| Just ask one of them niggas to pull the book out | |
| I state this on my word bond, just put him on | |
| In time he' ll come up shinin like a motha in Don | |
| Tariq Breeze | |
| I Gets Money like Lil Kim | |
| Could take a facial, to make em paint skill forget it dunn | |
| My shit' ll win you jackpots | |
| Commishion be officially a crack spot wit a purpose | |
| I get my service then niggas serve us | |
| A neighborhood infested, that' s the good investment | |
| I peeps your operation, let a nigga give me most high | |
| I never been arrested, but expect the unexpected | |
| Wit full premeditation, when I run in wit ponine I freaks the amnesia | |
| Or maybe like I be strung out | |
| Catchin a damn seizure, it I bites my tongue out | |
| Nuttin to lose, cousin your crews a top notch, Lex and Benz | |
| Run through niggas blocks like hop scotch | |
| Chorus | |
| Outro | |
| Tariq Breeze | |
| I' m sayin, complete and total detriment to society | |
| Yo, a match made in hell, word is bond | |
| A wonderful day for the organization | |
| It' s just gon' be perfect for everybody involved | |
| You get money, I get money, everybody get money | |
| Everybody shine, as neighborhoods decline | |
| " How could anything go wrong?" x2 | |
| " Whooooaaaa" " How could anything go wrong? |
| zuò cí : Hamilton, Lambert ... | |
| feat. Breeze, Sha, Superstar | |
| Tariq Breeze | |
| What? Shit, I could definitely sell for y' all brothas | |
| We could all get this money | |
| Get paid, I' m just I' m just tryin to get down wit y' all brothas | |
| Y' all brothas got, I' m sayin y' all, y' all got all that shit together | |
| I' m just tryin to yo, be like y' all brothas, Big Will yaknawsayin? | |
| But yo I gots mines, you know niggas call me around the way | |
| Check it aiyyo | |
| The Green Bandit, son the beats handed over like jugling | |
| And the only slight trouble is keep it up | |
| Sleepin, what? I flips more weight than Oprah | |
| Strips or fate than hope, my skills superb | |
| Crills to herb, to dope I lace brothas | |
| Butter wounds, I bless the spender, but test | |
| I bend or waste motha ers, rules are broke | |
| Get smoked free of charge | |
| We not drugs but hot slugs, see I' m Large like Mister | |
| I gots no shame, irrational nigga, the cash clouts | |
| Shit ain' t no game, it' s more like a national past time | |
| Your sales pitcher, down the pipe | |
| Come get a hit, I never fail to get your clown types | |
| I never quit persuing these crabs, recruiting rehabs in churches | |
| My search is ongoing, but yo it I want the dough in | |
| Can I please this crime, cool shit Genovese times two | |
| Be in drug store to thug lore | |
| Chorus x2: Superstar | |
| If you got some flow, and I got some flow | |
| You gettin dough, baby doll and I' m gettin dough | |
| We can chill on the hill, word bond | |
| And put the next man on like we supposed to put him on | |
| True Sha | |
| Aiyyo, that' s my son, I state that on my word | |
| Place that nigga on a hundredthird, then make cream off of bird | |
| Yo I' ma watch em, he come up short and I' m gon' smoke em | |
| Either way you could say I' m that bronc' that broke em | |
| He wanna learn, I say give em a chance | |
| He up and the devil' ll be havin a last dance | |
| I think he' ll do it right, he knows the consequences | |
| The up after that, that shit' s true extenses | |
| Every time came we took out, he was the lookout | |
| Wanna know how much I made? | |
| Just ask one of them niggas to pull the book out | |
| I state this on my word bond, just put him on | |
| In time he' ll come up shinin like a motha in Don | |
| Tariq Breeze | |
| I Gets Money like Lil Kim | |
| Could take a facial, to make em paint skill forget it dunn | |
| My shit' ll win you jackpots | |
| Commishion be officially a crack spot wit a purpose | |
| I get my service then niggas serve us | |
| A neighborhood infested, that' s the good investment | |
| I peeps your operation, let a nigga give me most high | |
| I never been arrested, but expect the unexpected | |
| Wit full premeditation, when I run in wit ponine I freaks the amnesia | |
| Or maybe like I be strung out | |
| Catchin a damn seizure, it I bites my tongue out | |
| Nuttin to lose, cousin your crews a top notch, Lex and Benz | |
| Run through niggas blocks like hop scotch | |
| Chorus | |
| Outro | |
| Tariq Breeze | |
| I' m sayin, complete and total detriment to society | |
| Yo, a match made in hell, word is bond | |
| A wonderful day for the organization | |
| It' s just gon' be perfect for everybody involved | |
| You get money, I get money, everybody get money | |
| Everybody shine, as neighborhoods decline | |
| " How could anything go wrong?" x2 | |
| " Whooooaaaa" " How could anything go wrong? |
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