[{"id":16002139,"name":"Flashback","trackName":"Flashback","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"Papoose - Menace To Society 2","duration":173.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Marvin Gaye, Sample-\n\nMother Mother, mother mother,\neverybody thinks were wrong.\nMother, mother. Who are they\nto judge us? Mother, mother\nsimply cause we wear our hair long.\nMother, mother Oohhhhhhhhhhhhh.\n\nPapoose- Verse 1\n\nIm gonna take ya'll back on this one.\nMommy make me some oatmeal, the mailman outside\nhe bringin' mo' bills. Daddy driving in his raggedy mobile.\n\nPapoose got the cooties he killed a roach ill. Mommy Toya' keep\nkickin' me with those old heals. Boys stop trying to me make me out of mo' hill.\nI grew up in a shack just like oniel'. Born and raised in the ghetto where it was so real.\n\nBack in the days when K' was on co' chill. We lived on the first floor Im from down the hill.\nWe had to duck on the floor, they shooting off steel. They use to have shoot outs\nover them dope deals. They say if he's so nice why he got no deal? I say my talent is something these little\nlabels won't steal. Im doing this for those rappers who out of brownsville who never went platinum.\n\nMarvin Gaye -- Chorus\n\nOh, make you wanna holler\nThe way they do my life\nMake me wanna holler\nThe way they do my life\n\nPapoose Verse 2-\n\nYo momma so fat when she walk her booty claps,\nneed gloves to eat a tootsie roll, she so black. You actin' like your\nmom's all that. She's so crosseyed that when she cries tears go down her back.\nWho ever stepped on a lines, yo' mother drink wine. Who ever stepped\non the cracks, yo mother smokes crack. We told mother jokes as if we took them for granted,\ndrinking sugar water eating the syrup sandwich. We threw rocks at lots, buildings was abandon.\nFather sinners were teaching, but we aint understand it. Pissy mattresses, we was on the black flippin'\nNeeded some school clothes so we went shoplifting. Triple fat goose first deal big difference.\nChasin' the girls, seven humps, eleven kisses. You slap box better than me, then I fought you.\nSmacked you in yo' face, and then start screamin' \" i caught you\"\n\nMarvin Gaye - Chorus\n\nOh, make you wanna holler\nThe way they do my life\nMake me wanna holler\nThe way they do my life\n\nPapoose - Verse 3\n\nI was borned to rappers back then, I was nice kid. Had them red& black lumberjacks\nlike BIG. Osh kosh bGOSH and flat tops. Battled the human beatbox stuffed wax and skelly tops.\nUsed G's favoritest pants, tyson was the champ, started small time hustlin' tired of them foodstamps\n. Back then the dreads use to have all the weak spots, niggas were scared when they use to say ' what the blood clot!'\nbut the hood got tired of that you hood gunshots. Niggas started to get gun budding and what not. Tomahawks, faceheads, low lives,\nthe ceptic cards, black spades, lil wives, GP, SSP, HBO, those are some of the new york gangs I know.\n\nMan I'm daydreamin' off the haze I blow, I just caught a flashback i smoked too much dro.\nFlashback, Flashback, Flashback.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Flashback\n  artist: Papoose\n  album: Papoose - Menace To Society 2\n  duration_ms: 173000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Marvin Gaye, Sample-\n\n  Mother Mother, mother mother,\n  everybody thinks were wrong.\n  Mother, mother. Who are they\n  to judge us? Mother, mother\n  simply cause we wear our hair long.\n  Mother, mother Oohhhhhhhhhhhhh.\n\n  Papoose- Verse 1\n\n  Im gonna take ya'll back on this one.\n  Mommy make me some oatmeal, the mailman outside\n  he bringin' mo' bills. Daddy driving in his raggedy mobile.\n\n  Papoose got the cooties he killed a roach ill. Mommy Toya' keep\n  kickin' me with those old heals. Boys stop trying to me make me out of mo' hill.\n  I grew up in a shack just like oniel'. Born and raised in the ghetto where it was so real.\n\n  Back in the days when K' was on co' chill. We lived on the first floor Im from down the hill.\n  We had to duck on the floor, they shooting off steel. They use to have shoot outs\n  over them dope deals. They say if he's so nice why he got no deal? I say my talent is something these little\n  labels won't steal. Im doing this for those rappers who out of brownsville who never went platinum.\n\n  Marvin Gaye -- Chorus\n\n  Oh, make you wanna holler\n  The way they do my life\n  Make me wanna holler\n  The way they do my life\n\n  Papoose Verse 2-\n\n  Yo momma so fat when she walk her booty claps,\n  need gloves to eat a tootsie roll, she so black. You actin' like your\n  mom's all that. She's so crosseyed that when she cries tears go down her back.\n  Who ever stepped on a lines, yo' mother drink wine. Who ever stepped\n  on the cracks, yo mother smokes crack. We told mother jokes as if we took them for granted,\n  drinking sugar water eating the syrup sandwich. We threw rocks at lots, buildings was abandon.\n  Father sinners were teaching, but we aint understand it. Pissy mattresses, we was on the black flippin'\n  Needed some school clothes so we went shoplifting. Triple fat goose first deal big difference.\n  Chasin' the girls, seven humps, eleven kisses. You slap box better than me, then I fought you.\n  Smacked you in yo' face, and then start screamin' \" i caught you\"\n\n  Marvin Gaye - Chorus\n\n  Oh, make you wanna holler\n  The way they do my life\n  Make me wanna holler\n  The way they do my life\n\n  Papoose - Verse 3\n\n  I was borned to rappers back then, I was nice kid. Had them red& black lumberjacks\n  like BIG. Osh kosh bGOSH and flat tops. Battled the human beatbox stuffed wax and skelly tops.\n  Used G's favoritest pants, tyson was the champ, started small time hustlin' tired of them foodstamps\n  . Back then the dreads use to have all the weak spots, niggas were scared when they use to say ' what the blood clot!'\n  but the hood got tired of that you hood gunshots. Niggas started to get gun budding and what not. Tomahawks, faceheads, low lives,\n  the ceptic cards, black spades, lil wives, GP, SSP, HBO, those are some of the new york gangs I know.\n\n  Man I'm daydreamin' off the haze I blow, I just caught a flashback i smoked too much dro.\n  Flashback, Flashback, Flashback.\n"},{"id":37034426,"name":"Flashback","trackName":"Flashback","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"The New Generation V.1 (Flipmode's Own Papoose) Bootleg","duration":146.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Marvin Gaye, Sample-\n\nMother Mother, mother mother,\neverybody thinks were wrong.\nMother, mother. Who are they\nto judge us? Mother, mother\nsimply cause we wear our hair long.\nMother, mother Oohhhhhhhhhhhhh.\n\nPapoose- Verse 1\n\nIm gonna take ya'll back on this one.\nMommy make me some oatmeal, the mailman outside\nhe bringin' mo' bills. Daddy driving in his raggedy mobile.\n\nPapoose got the cooties he killed a roach ill. Mommy Toya' keep\nkickin' me with those old heals. Boys stop trying to me make me out of mo' hill.\nI grew up in a shack just like oniel'. Born and raised in the ghetto where it was so real.\n\nBack in the days when K' was on co' chill. We lived on the first floor Im from down the hill.\nWe had to duck on the floor, they shooting off steel. They use to have shoot outs\nover them dope deals. They say if he's so nice why he got no deal? I say my talent is something these little\nlabels won't steal. Im doing this for those rappers who out of brownsville who never went platinum.\n\nMarvin Gaye -- Chorus\n\nOh, make you wanna holler\nThe way they do my life\nMake me wanna holler\nThe way they do my life\n\nPapoose Verse 2-\n\nYo momma so fat when she walk her booty claps,\nneed gloves to eat a tootsie roll, she so black. You actin' like your\nmom's all that. She's so crosseyed that when she cries tears go down her back.\nWho ever stepped on a lines, yo' mother drink wine. Who ever stepped\non the cracks, yo mother smokes crack. We told mother jokes as if we took them for granted,\ndrinking sugar water eating the syrup sandwich. We threw rocks at lots, buildings was abandon.\nFather sinners were teaching, but we aint understand it. Pissy mattresses, we was on the black flippin'\nNeeded some school clothes so we went shoplifting. Triple fat goose first deal big difference.\nChasin' the girls, seven humps, eleven kisses. You slap box better than me, then I fought you.\nSmacked you in yo' face, and then start screamin' \" i caught you\"\n\nMarvin Gaye - Chorus\n\nOh, make you wanna holler\nThe way they do my life\nMake me wanna holler\nThe way they do my life\n\nPapoose - Verse 3\n\nI was borned to rappers back then, I was nice kid. Had them red& black lumberjacks\nlike BIG. Osh kosh bGOSH and flat tops. Battled the human beatbox stuffed wax and skelly tops.\nUsed G's favoritest pants, tyson was the champ, started small time hustlin' tired of them foodstamps\n. Back then the dreads use to have all the weak spots, niggas were scared when they use to say ' what the blood clot!'\nbut the hood got tired of that you hood gunshots. Niggas started to get gun budding and what not. Tomahawks, faceheads, low lives,\nthe ceptic cards, black spades, lil wives, GP, SSP, HBO, those are some of the new york gangs I know.\n\nMan I'm daydreamin' off the haze I blow, I just caught a flashback i smoked too much dro.\nFlashback, Flashback, Flashback.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Flashback\n  artist: Papoose\n  album: The New Generation V.1 (Flipmode's Own Papoose) Bootleg\n  duration_ms: 146000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Marvin Gaye, Sample-\n\n  Mother Mother, mother mother,\n  everybody thinks were wrong.\n  Mother, mother. Who are they\n  to judge us? Mother, mother\n  simply cause we wear our hair long.\n  Mother, mother Oohhhhhhhhhhhhh.\n\n  Papoose- Verse 1\n\n  Im gonna take ya'll back on this one.\n  Mommy make me some oatmeal, the mailman outside\n  he bringin' mo' bills. Daddy driving in his raggedy mobile.\n\n  Papoose got the cooties he killed a roach ill. Mommy Toya' keep\n  kickin' me with those old heals. Boys stop trying to me make me out of mo' hill.\n  I grew up in a shack just like oniel'. Born and raised in the ghetto where it was so real.\n\n  Back in the days when K' was on co' chill. We lived on the first floor Im from down the hill.\n  We had to duck on the floor, they shooting off steel. They use to have shoot outs\n  over them dope deals. They say if he's so nice why he got no deal? I say my talent is something these little\n  labels won't steal. Im doing this for those rappers who out of brownsville who never went platinum.\n\n  Marvin Gaye -- Chorus\n\n  Oh, make you wanna holler\n  The way they do my life\n  Make me wanna holler\n  The way they do my life\n\n  Papoose Verse 2-\n\n  Yo momma so fat when she walk her booty claps,\n  need gloves to eat a tootsie roll, she so black. You actin' like your\n  mom's all that. She's so crosseyed that when she cries tears go down her back.\n  Who ever stepped on a lines, yo' mother drink wine. Who ever stepped\n  on the cracks, yo mother smokes crack. We told mother jokes as if we took them for granted,\n  drinking sugar water eating the syrup sandwich. We threw rocks at lots, buildings was abandon.\n  Father sinners were teaching, but we aint understand it. Pissy mattresses, we was on the black flippin'\n  Needed some school clothes so we went shoplifting. Triple fat goose first deal big difference.\n  Chasin' the girls, seven humps, eleven kisses. You slap box better than me, then I fought you.\n  Smacked you in yo' face, and then start screamin' \" i caught you\"\n\n  Marvin Gaye - Chorus\n\n  Oh, make you wanna holler\n  The way they do my life\n  Make me wanna holler\n  The way they do my life\n\n  Papoose - Verse 3\n\n  I was borned to rappers back then, I was nice kid. Had them red& black lumberjacks\n  like BIG. Osh kosh bGOSH and flat tops. Battled the human beatbox stuffed wax and skelly tops.\n  Used G's favoritest pants, tyson was the champ, started small time hustlin' tired of them foodstamps\n  . Back then the dreads use to have all the weak spots, niggas were scared when they use to say ' what the blood clot!'\n  but the hood got tired of that you hood gunshots. Niggas started to get gun budding and what not. Tomahawks, faceheads, low lives,\n  the ceptic cards, black spades, lil wives, GP, SSP, HBO, those are some of the new york gangs I know.\n\n  Man I'm daydreamin' off the haze I blow, I just caught a flashback i smoked too much dro.\n  Flashback, Flashback, Flashback.\n"},{"id":31374947,"name":"Flashback (Produced By Thug-A","trackName":"Flashback (Produced By Thug-A","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"Papoose - Menace To Society P","duration":173.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Marvin Gaye, Sample-\n\nMother Mother, mother mother,\neverybody thinks were wrong.\nMother, mother. Who are they\nto judge us? Mother, mother\nsimply cause we wear our hair long.\nMother, mother Oohhhhhhhhhhhhh.\n\nPapoose- Verse 1\n\nIm gonna take ya'll back on this one.\nMommy make me some oatmeal, the mailman outside\nhe bringin' mo' bills. Daddy driving in his raggedy mobile.\n\nPapoose got the cooties he killed a roach ill. Mommy Toya' keep\nkickin' me with those old heals. Boys stop trying to me make me out of mo' hill.\nI grew up in a shack just like oniel'. Born and raised in the ghetto where it was so real.\n\nBack in the days when K' was on co' chill. We lived on the first floor Im from down the hill.\nWe had to duck on the floor, they shooting off steel. They use to have shoot outs\nover them dope deals. They say if he's so nice why he got no deal? I say my talent is something these little\nlabels won't steal. Im doing this for those rappers who out of brownsville who never went platinum.\n\nMarvin Gaye -- Chorus\n\nOh, make you wanna holler\nThe way they do my life\nMake me wanna holler\nThe way they do my life\n\nPapoose Verse 2-\n\nYo momma so fat when she walk her booty claps,\nneed gloves to eat a tootsie roll, she so black. You actin' like your\nmom's all that. She's so crosseyed that when she cries tears go down her back.\nWho ever stepped on a lines, yo' mother drink wine. Who ever stepped\non the cracks, yo mother smokes crack. We told mother jokes as if we took them for granted,\ndrinking sugar water eating the syrup sandwich. We threw rocks at lots, buildings was abandon.\nFather sinners were teaching, but we aint understand it. Pissy mattresses, we was on the black flippin'\nNeeded some school clothes so we went shoplifting. Triple fat goose first deal big difference.\nChasin' the girls, seven humps, eleven kisses. You slap box better than me, then I fought you.\nSmacked you in yo' face, and then start screamin' \" i caught you\"\n\nMarvin Gaye - Chorus\n\nOh, make you wanna holler\nThe way they do my life\nMake me wanna holler\nThe way they do my life\n\nPapoose - Verse 3\n\nI was borned to rappers back then, I was nice kid. Had them red& black lumberjacks\nlike BIG. Osh kosh bGOSH and flat tops. Battled the human beatbox stuffed wax and skelly tops.\nUsed G's favoritest pants, tyson was the champ, started small time hustlin' tired of them foodstamps\n. Back then the dreads use to have all the weak spots, niggas were scared when they use to say ' what the blood clot!'\nbut the hood got tired of that you hood gunshots. Niggas started to get gun budding and what not. Tomahawks, faceheads, low lives,\nthe ceptic cards, black spades, lil wives, GP, SSP, HBO, those are some of the new york gangs I know.\n\nMan I'm daydreamin' off the haze I blow, I just caught a flashback i smoked too much dro.\nFlashback, Flashback, Flashback.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Flashback (Produced By Thug-A\n  artist: Papoose\n  album: Papoose - Menace To Society P\n  duration_ms: 173000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Marvin Gaye, Sample-\n\n  Mother Mother, mother mother,\n  everybody thinks were wrong.\n  Mother, mother. Who are they\n  to judge us? Mother, mother\n  simply cause we wear our hair long.\n  Mother, mother Oohhhhhhhhhhhhh.\n\n  Papoose- Verse 1\n\n  Im gonna take ya'll back on this one.\n  Mommy make me some oatmeal, the mailman outside\n  he bringin' mo' bills. Daddy driving in his raggedy mobile.\n\n  Papoose got the cooties he killed a roach ill. Mommy Toya' keep\n  kickin' me with those old heals. Boys stop trying to me make me out of mo' hill.\n  I grew up in a shack just like oniel'. Born and raised in the ghetto where it was so real.\n\n  Back in the days when K' was on co' chill. We lived on the first floor Im from down the hill.\n  We had to duck on the floor, they shooting off steel. They use to have shoot outs\n  over them dope deals. They say if he's so nice why he got no deal? I say my talent is something these little\n  labels won't steal. Im doing this for those rappers who out of brownsville who never went platinum.\n\n  Marvin Gaye -- Chorus\n\n  Oh, make you wanna holler\n  The way they do my life\n  Make me wanna holler\n  The way they do my life\n\n  Papoose Verse 2-\n\n  Yo momma so fat when she walk her booty claps,\n  need gloves to eat a tootsie roll, she so black. You actin' like your\n  mom's all that. She's so crosseyed that when she cries tears go down her back.\n  Who ever stepped on a lines, yo' mother drink wine. Who ever stepped\n  on the cracks, yo mother smokes crack. We told mother jokes as if we took them for granted,\n  drinking sugar water eating the syrup sandwich. We threw rocks at lots, buildings was abandon.\n  Father sinners were teaching, but we aint understand it. Pissy mattresses, we was on the black flippin'\n  Needed some school clothes so we went shoplifting. Triple fat goose first deal big difference.\n  Chasin' the girls, seven humps, eleven kisses. You slap box better than me, then I fought you.\n  Smacked you in yo' face, and then start screamin' \" i caught you\"\n\n  Marvin Gaye - Chorus\n\n  Oh, make you wanna holler\n  The way they do my life\n  Make me wanna holler\n  The way they do my life\n\n  Papoose - Verse 3\n\n  I was borned to rappers back then, I was nice kid. Had them red& black lumberjacks\n  like BIG. Osh kosh bGOSH and flat tops. Battled the human beatbox stuffed wax and skelly tops.\n  Used G's favoritest pants, tyson was the champ, started small time hustlin' tired of them foodstamps\n  . Back then the dreads use to have all the weak spots, niggas were scared when they use to say ' what the blood clot!'\n  but the hood got tired of that you hood gunshots. Niggas started to get gun budding and what not. Tomahawks, faceheads, low lives,\n  the ceptic cards, black spades, lil wives, GP, SSP, HBO, those are some of the new york gangs I know.\n\n  Man I'm daydreamin' off the haze I blow, I just caught a flashback i smoked too much dro.\n  Flashback, Flashback, Flashback.\n"},{"id":10729189,"name":"Flashback (Produced By Thug-A-","trackName":"Flashback (Produced By Thug-A-","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"Papoose - Menace To Society 2","duration":172.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Marvin Gaye, Sample-\n\nMother Mother, mother mother,\neverybody thinks were wrong.\nMother, mother. Who are they\nto judge us? Mother, mother\nsimply cause we wear our hair long.\nMother, mother Oohhhhhhhhhhhhh.\n\nPapoose- Verse 1\n\nIm gonna take ya'll back on this one.\nMommy make me some oatmeal, the mailman outside\nhe bringin' mo' bills. Daddy driving in his raggedy mobile.\n\nPapoose got the cooties he killed a roach ill. Mommy Toya' keep\nkickin' me with those old heals. Boys stop trying to me make me out of mo' hill.\nI grew up in a shack just like oniel'. Born and raised in the ghetto where it was so real.\n\nBack in the days when K' was on co' chill. We lived on the first floor Im from down the hill.\nWe had to duck on the floor, they shooting off steel. They use to have shoot outs\nover them dope deals. They say if he's so nice why he got no deal? I say my talent is something these little\nlabels won't steal. Im doing this for those rappers who out of brownsville who never went platinum.\n\nMarvin Gaye -- Chorus\n\nOh, make you wanna holler\nThe way they do my life\nMake me wanna holler\nThe way they do my life\n\nPapoose Verse 2-\n\nYo momma so fat when she walk her booty claps,\nneed gloves to eat a tootsie roll, she so black. You actin' like your\nmom's all that. She's so crosseyed that when she cries tears go down her back.\nWho ever stepped on a lines, yo' mother drink wine. Who ever stepped\non the cracks, yo mother smokes crack. We told mother jokes as if we took them for granted,\ndrinking sugar water eating the syrup sandwich. We threw rocks at lots, buildings was abandon.\nFather sinners were teaching, but we aint understand it. Pissy mattresses, we was on the black flippin'\nNeeded some school clothes so we went shoplifting. Triple fat goose first deal big difference.\nChasin' the girls, seven humps, eleven kisses. You slap box better than me, then I fought you.\nSmacked you in yo' face, and then start screamin' \" i caught you\"\n\nMarvin Gaye - Chorus\n\nOh, make you wanna holler\nThe way they do my life\nMake me wanna holler\nThe way they do my life\n\nPapoose - Verse 3\n\nI was borned to rappers back then, I was nice kid. Had them red& black lumberjacks\nlike BIG. Osh kosh bGOSH and flat tops. Battled the human beatbox stuffed wax and skelly tops.\nUsed G's favoritest pants, tyson was the champ, started small time hustlin' tired of them foodstamps\n. Back then the dreads use to have all the weak spots, niggas were scared when they use to say ' what the blood clot!'\nbut the hood got tired of that you hood gunshots. Niggas started to get gun budding and what not. Tomahawks, faceheads, low lives,\nthe ceptic cards, black spades, lil wives, GP, SSP, HBO, those are some of the new york gangs I know.\n\nMan I'm daydreamin' off the haze I blow, I just caught a flashback i smoked too much dro.\nFlashback, Flashback, Flashback.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Flashback (Produced By Thug-A-\n  artist: Papoose\n  album: Papoose - Menace To Society 2\n  duration_ms: 172000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Marvin Gaye, Sample-\n\n  Mother Mother, mother mother,\n  everybody thinks were wrong.\n  Mother, mother. Who are they\n  to judge us? Mother, mother\n  simply cause we wear our hair long.\n  Mother, mother Oohhhhhhhhhhhhh.\n\n  Papoose- Verse 1\n\n  Im gonna take ya'll back on this one.\n  Mommy make me some oatmeal, the mailman outside\n  he bringin' mo' bills. Daddy driving in his raggedy mobile.\n\n  Papoose got the cooties he killed a roach ill. Mommy Toya' keep\n  kickin' me with those old heals. Boys stop trying to me make me out of mo' hill.\n  I grew up in a shack just like oniel'. Born and raised in the ghetto where it was so real.\n\n  Back in the days when K' was on co' chill. We lived on the first floor Im from down the hill.\n  We had to duck on the floor, they shooting off steel. They use to have shoot outs\n  over them dope deals. They say if he's so nice why he got no deal? I say my talent is something these little\n  labels won't steal. Im doing this for those rappers who out of brownsville who never went platinum.\n\n  Marvin Gaye -- Chorus\n\n  Oh, make you wanna holler\n  The way they do my life\n  Make me wanna holler\n  The way they do my life\n\n  Papoose Verse 2-\n\n  Yo momma so fat when she walk her booty claps,\n  need gloves to eat a tootsie roll, she so black. You actin' like your\n  mom's all that. She's so crosseyed that when she cries tears go down her back.\n  Who ever stepped on a lines, yo' mother drink wine. Who ever stepped\n  on the cracks, yo mother smokes crack. We told mother jokes as if we took them for granted,\n  drinking sugar water eating the syrup sandwich. We threw rocks at lots, buildings was abandon.\n  Father sinners were teaching, but we aint understand it. Pissy mattresses, we was on the black flippin'\n  Needed some school clothes so we went shoplifting. Triple fat goose first deal big difference.\n  Chasin' the girls, seven humps, eleven kisses. You slap box better than me, then I fought you.\n  Smacked you in yo' face, and then start screamin' \" i caught you\"\n\n  Marvin Gaye - Chorus\n\n  Oh, make you wanna holler\n  The way they do my life\n  Make me wanna holler\n  The way they do my life\n\n  Papoose - Verse 3\n\n  I was borned to rappers back then, I was nice kid. Had them red& black lumberjacks\n  like BIG. Osh kosh bGOSH and flat tops. Battled the human beatbox stuffed wax and skelly tops.\n  Used G's favoritest pants, tyson was the champ, started small time hustlin' tired of them foodstamps\n  . Back then the dreads use to have all the weak spots, niggas were scared when they use to say ' what the blood clot!'\n  but the hood got tired of that you hood gunshots. Niggas started to get gun budding and what not. Tomahawks, faceheads, low lives,\n  the ceptic cards, black spades, lil wives, GP, SSP, HBO, those are some of the new york gangs I know.\n\n  Man I'm daydreamin' off the haze I blow, I just caught a flashback i smoked too much dro.\n  Flashback, Flashback, Flashback.\n"},{"id":28384234,"name":"Flashback (Produced By Otis) feat. Marvin Gaye","trackName":"Flashback (Produced By Otis) feat. Marvin Gaye","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"Papoose-A Threat & A Promise","duration":173.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Oh, the mother (Mother)\nThe mother\nEverybody thinks we're wrong\nThe mother\nWho are they to judge us?\nMother, mother\nSimply 'cause we wear our hair long\nThe mother\nI'ma take y'all back on this one\n\nMommy, make me some oatmeal\nThe mailman outside, he bringin' mo' bills\nDaddy drivin' in his raggly automobile\nPapoose got the cooties, he killed the roach, ew\nMommy Toya keep kickin' me with them old heels\nBoy, stop tryin' to make a mountain out a molehill\nI grew up in the shack just like O'Neal\nBorn and raised in the ghetto where it was so real\nBack in the days when Kane was on \"Cold Chill\"\nWe lived on the first floor, I'm from down the hill\nWe had to duck on the floor, they shootin' off steel\nThey used to have shootouts over them dope deals\nThey say, \"If he so nice, why he got no deal?\"\nI say, \"My talent is something these labels won't steal\"\nI'm doin' this for them rappers up out of Brownsville\nWho never went platinum, they had a bad deal\n\nOh, make me wanna holler the way they do my life, yeah\nYeah, make me wanna holler the way they do my life, oh, yeah\n\nYour mother so fat, when she walk, her booty clap\nNeed gloves to eat a Tootsie Roll, she so black\nYou actin' like your moms all that\nShe so cross-eyed that when she cry, tears go down her back\nWhoever step on the lines, your mother drink wine\nWhoever step on the cracks, your mother smoke crack\nWe told mother jokes as if we took 'em for granted\nDrinkin' sugar water and eatin' a syrup sandwich\nWe threw rocks and lots, the buildings was abandoned\nFive Percenters was teachin', but we ain't understand it\nPissy mattresses, we was on the block flippin'\nNeeded some school clothes, so we went shopliftin'\nTriple fat goose, first down, big difference\nChasin' the girls, seven humps, eleven kisses\nYou slap box better than me? Then I fought you\nSmack you in your face and start screamin', \"I caught you\"\n\nOh, make me wanna holler the way they do my life, yeah\nYeah, make me wanna holler the way they do my life, oh, yeah\n\nI was burnin' rappers back then, I was nice kid\nHad the red and black lumberjack just like B.I.G\nOshKosh B'Gosh and flat tops\nBattled in human beatbox, stuffed wax and skelly tops\nEugene's favorite pants, Tyson was the champ\nStarted small time hustlin', tired of them food stamps\nBack then the dreads used to have all the weed spots\nNiggas was scared when they used to say, \"What the bloodclot?\"\nBut the hood got tired of that, you heard gunshots\nNiggas started gettin' gun-butted and whatnot\nTomahawks, faceheads, lowlifes\nDecepticons, black spades, lil' wives\nGP, SSP, HPO\nThose some of the New York gangs I know\nMan, I'm daydreamin' off the haze I blow\nI just caught a flashback, I smoked too much 'dro\nFlashback","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Flashback (Produced By Otis) feat. Marvin Gaye\n  artist: Papoose\n  album: Papoose-A Threat & A Promise\n  duration_ms: 173000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Oh, the mother (Mother)\n  The mother\n  Everybody thinks we're wrong\n  The mother\n  Who are they to judge us?\n  Mother, mother\n  Simply 'cause we wear our hair long\n  The mother\n  I'ma take y'all back on this one\n\n  Mommy, make me some oatmeal\n  The mailman outside, he bringin' mo' bills\n  Daddy drivin' in his raggly automobile\n  Papoose got the cooties, he killed the roach, ew\n  Mommy Toya keep kickin' me with them old heels\n  Boy, stop tryin' to make a mountain out a molehill\n  I grew up in the shack just like O'Neal\n  Born and raised in the ghetto where it was so real\n  Back in the days when Kane was on \"Cold Chill\"\n  We lived on the first floor, I'm from down the hill\n  We had to duck on the floor, they shootin' off steel\n  They used to have shootouts over them dope deals\n  They say, \"If he so nice, why he got no deal?\"\n  I say, \"My talent is something these labels won't steal\"\n  I'm doin' this for them rappers up out of Brownsville\n  Who never went platinum, they had a bad deal\n\n  Oh, make me wanna holler the way they do my life, yeah\n  Yeah, make me wanna holler the way they do my life, oh, yeah\n\n  Your mother so fat, when she walk, her booty clap\n  Need gloves to eat a Tootsie Roll, she so black\n  You actin' like your moms all that\n  She so cross-eyed that when she cry, tears go down her back\n  Whoever step on the lines, your mother drink wine\n  Whoever step on the cracks, your mother smoke crack\n  We told mother jokes as if we took 'em for granted\n  Drinkin' sugar water and eatin' a syrup sandwich\n  We threw rocks and lots, the buildings was abandoned\n  Five Percenters was teachin', but we ain't understand it\n  Pissy mattresses, we was on the block flippin'\n  Needed some school clothes, so we went shopliftin'\n  Triple fat goose, first down, big difference\n  Chasin' the girls, seven humps, eleven kisses\n  You slap box better than me? Then I fought you\n  Smack you in your face and start screamin', \"I caught you\"\n\n  Oh, make me wanna holler the way they do my life, yeah\n  Yeah, make me wanna holler the way they do my life, oh, yeah\n\n  I was burnin' rappers back then, I was nice kid\n  Had the red and black lumberjack just like B.I.G\n  OshKosh B'Gosh and flat tops\n  Battled in human beatbox, stuffed wax and skelly tops\n  Eugene's favorite pants, Tyson was the champ\n  Started small time hustlin', tired of them food stamps\n  Back then the dreads used to have all the weed spots\n  Niggas was scared when they used to say, \"What the bloodclot?\"\n  But the hood got tired of that, you heard gunshots\n  Niggas started gettin' gun-butted and whatnot\n  Tomahawks, faceheads, lowlifes\n  Decepticons, black spades, lil' wives\n  GP, SSP, HPO\n  Those some of the New York gangs I know\n  Man, I'm daydreamin' off the haze I blow\n  I just caught a flashback, I smoked too much 'dro\n  Flashback\n"},{"id":16072233,"name":"Flashback","trackName":"Flashback","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"A Threat & a Promise","duration":173.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Marvin Gaye, Sample-\n\nMother Mother, mother mother,\neverybody thinks were wrong.\nMother, mother. Who are they\nto judge us? Mother, mother\nsimply cause we wear our hair long.\nMother, mother Oohhhhhhhhhhhhh.\n\nPapoose- Verse 1\n\nIm gonna take ya'll back on this one.\nMommy make me some oatmeal, the mailman outside\nhe bringin' mo' bills. Daddy driving in his raggedy mobile.\n\nPapoose got the cooties he killed a roach ill. Mommy Toya' keep\nkickin' me with those old heals. Boys stop trying to me make me out of mo' hill.\nI grew up in a shack just like oniel'. Born and raised in the ghetto where it was so real.\n\nBack in the days when K' was on co' chill. We lived on the first floor Im from down the hill.\nWe had to duck on the floor, they shooting off steel. They use to have shoot outs\nover them dope deals. They say if he's so nice why he got no deal? I say my talent is something these little\nlabels won't steal. Im doing this for those rappers who out of brownsville who never went platinum.\n\nMarvin Gaye -- Chorus\n\nOh, make you wanna holler\nThe way they do my life\nMake me wanna holler\nThe way they do my life\n\nPapoose Verse 2-\n\nYo momma so fat when she walk her booty claps,\nneed gloves to eat a tootsie roll, she so black. You actin' like your\nmom's all that. She's so crosseyed that when she cries tears go down her back.\nWho ever stepped on a lines, yo' mother drink wine. Who ever stepped\non the cracks, yo mother smokes crack. We told mother jokes as if we took them for granted,\ndrinking sugar water eating the syrup sandwich. We threw rocks at lots, buildings was abandon.\nFather sinners were teaching, but we aint understand it. Pissy mattresses, we was on the black flippin'\nNeeded some school clothes so we went shoplifting. Triple fat goose first deal big difference.\nChasin' the girls, seven humps, eleven kisses. You slap box better than me, then I fought you.\nSmacked you in yo' face, and then start screamin' \" i caught you\"\n\nMarvin Gaye - Chorus\n\nOh, make you wanna holler\nThe way they do my life\nMake me wanna holler\nThe way they do my life\n\nPapoose - Verse 3\n\nI was borned to rappers back then, I was nice kid. Had them red& black lumberjacks\nlike BIG. Osh kosh bGOSH and flat tops. Battled the human beatbox stuffed wax and skelly tops.\nUsed G's favoritest pants, tyson was the champ, started small time hustlin' tired of them foodstamps\n. Back then the dreads use to have all the weak spots, niggas were scared when they use to say ' what the blood clot!'\nbut the hood got tired of that you hood gunshots. Niggas started to get gun budding and what not. Tomahawks, faceheads, low lives,\nthe ceptic cards, black spades, lil wives, GP, SSP, HBO, those are some of the new york gangs I know.\n\nMan I'm daydreamin' off the haze I blow, I just caught a flashback i smoked too much dro.\nFlashback, Flashback, Flashback.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Flashback\n  artist: Papoose\n  album: A Threat & a Promise\n  duration_ms: 173000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Marvin Gaye, Sample-\n\n  Mother Mother, mother mother,\n  everybody thinks were wrong.\n  Mother, mother. Who are they\n  to judge us? Mother, mother\n  simply cause we wear our hair long.\n  Mother, mother Oohhhhhhhhhhhhh.\n\n  Papoose- Verse 1\n\n  Im gonna take ya'll back on this one.\n  Mommy make me some oatmeal, the mailman outside\n  he bringin' mo' bills. Daddy driving in his raggedy mobile.\n\n  Papoose got the cooties he killed a roach ill. Mommy Toya' keep\n  kickin' me with those old heals. Boys stop trying to me make me out of mo' hill.\n  I grew up in a shack just like oniel'. Born and raised in the ghetto where it was so real.\n\n  Back in the days when K' was on co' chill. We lived on the first floor Im from down the hill.\n  We had to duck on the floor, they shooting off steel. They use to have shoot outs\n  over them dope deals. They say if he's so nice why he got no deal? I say my talent is something these little\n  labels won't steal. Im doing this for those rappers who out of brownsville who never went platinum.\n\n  Marvin Gaye -- Chorus\n\n  Oh, make you wanna holler\n  The way they do my life\n  Make me wanna holler\n  The way they do my life\n\n  Papoose Verse 2-\n\n  Yo momma so fat when she walk her booty claps,\n  need gloves to eat a tootsie roll, she so black. You actin' like your\n  mom's all that. She's so crosseyed that when she cries tears go down her back.\n  Who ever stepped on a lines, yo' mother drink wine. Who ever stepped\n  on the cracks, yo mother smokes crack. We told mother jokes as if we took them for granted,\n  drinking sugar water eating the syrup sandwich. We threw rocks at lots, buildings was abandon.\n  Father sinners were teaching, but we aint understand it. Pissy mattresses, we was on the black flippin'\n  Needed some school clothes so we went shoplifting. Triple fat goose first deal big difference.\n  Chasin' the girls, seven humps, eleven kisses. You slap box better than me, then I fought you.\n  Smacked you in yo' face, and then start screamin' \" i caught you\"\n\n  Marvin Gaye - Chorus\n\n  Oh, make you wanna holler\n  The way they do my life\n  Make me wanna holler\n  The way they do my life\n\n  Papoose - Verse 3\n\n  I was borned to rappers back then, I was nice kid. Had them red& black lumberjacks\n  like BIG. Osh kosh bGOSH and flat tops. Battled the human beatbox stuffed wax and skelly tops.\n  Used G's favoritest pants, tyson was the champ, started small time hustlin' tired of them foodstamps\n  . Back then the dreads use to have all the weak spots, niggas were scared when they use to say ' what the blood clot!'\n  but the hood got tired of that you hood gunshots. Niggas started to get gun budding and what not. Tomahawks, faceheads, low lives,\n  the ceptic cards, black spades, lil wives, GP, SSP, HBO, those are some of the new york gangs I know.\n\n  Man I'm daydreamin' off the haze I blow, I just caught a flashback i smoked too much dro.\n  Flashback, Flashback, Flashback.\n"},{"id":17311437,"name":"Flashback (Produced By Thug-A-\u0000Flashback (Produced By Thug-A-","trackName":"Flashback (Produced By Thug-A-\u0000Flashback (Produced By Thug-A-","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"The Greatest Rap","duration":172.93625,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Marvin Gaye, Sample-\n\nMother Mother, mother mother,\neverybody thinks were wrong.\nMother, mother. Who are they\nto judge us? Mother, mother\nsimply cause we wear our hair long.\nMother, mother Oohhhhhhhhhhhhh.\n\nPapoose- Verse 1\n\nIm gonna take ya'll back on this one.\nMommy make me some oatmeal, the mailman outside\nhe bringin' mo' bills. Daddy driving in his raggedy mobile.\n\nPapoose got the cooties he killed a roach ill. Mommy Toya' keep\nkickin' me with those old heals. Boys stop trying to me make me out of mo' hill.\nI grew up in a shack just like oniel'. Born and raised in the ghetto where it was so real.\n\nBack in the days when K' was on co' chill. We lived on the first floor Im from down the hill.\nWe had to duck on the floor, they shooting off steel. They use to have shoot outs\nover them dope deals. They say if he's so nice why he got no deal? I say my talent is something these little\nlabels won't steal. Im doing this for those rappers who out of brownsville who never went platinum.\n\nMarvin Gaye -- Chorus\n\nOh, make you wanna holler\nThe way they do my life\nMake me wanna holler\nThe way they do my life\n\nPapoose Verse 2-\n\nYo momma so fat when she walk her booty claps,\nneed gloves to eat a tootsie roll, she so black. You actin' like your\nmom's all that. She's so crosseyed that when she cries tears go down her back.\nWho ever stepped on a lines, yo' mother drink wine. Who ever stepped\non the cracks, yo mother smokes crack. We told mother jokes as if we took them for granted,\ndrinking sugar water eating the syrup sandwich. We threw rocks at lots, buildings was abandon.\nFather sinners were teaching, but we aint understand it. Pissy mattresses, we was on the black flippin'\nNeeded some school clothes so we went shoplifting. Triple fat goose first deal big difference.\nChasin' the girls, seven humps, eleven kisses. You slap box better than me, then I fought you.\nSmacked you in yo' face, and then start screamin' \" i caught you\"\n\nMarvin Gaye - Chorus\n\nOh, make you wanna holler\nThe way they do my life\nMake me wanna holler\nThe way they do my life\n\nPapoose - Verse 3\n\nI was borned to rappers back then, I was nice kid. Had them red& black lumberjacks\nlike BIG. Osh kosh bGOSH and flat tops. Battled the human beatbox stuffed wax and skelly tops.\nUsed G's favoritest pants, tyson was the champ, started small time hustlin' tired of them foodstamps\n. Back then the dreads use to have all the weak spots, niggas were scared when they use to say ' what the blood clot!'\nbut the hood got tired of that you hood gunshots. Niggas started to get gun budding and what not. Tomahawks, faceheads, low lives,\nthe ceptic cards, black spades, lil wives, GP, SSP, HBO, those are some of the new york gangs I know.\n\nMan I'm daydreamin' off the haze I blow, I just caught a flashback i smoked too much dro.\nFlashback, Flashback, Flashback.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: \"Flashback (Produced By Thug-A-\\0\\uFEFFFlashback (Produced By Thug-A-\"\n  artist: Papoose\n  album: The Greatest Rap\n  duration_ms: 172936\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Marvin Gaye, Sample-\n\n  Mother Mother, mother mother,\n  everybody thinks were wrong.\n  Mother, mother. Who are they\n  to judge us? Mother, mother\n  simply cause we wear our hair long.\n  Mother, mother Oohhhhhhhhhhhhh.\n\n  Papoose- Verse 1\n\n  Im gonna take ya'll back on this one.\n  Mommy make me some oatmeal, the mailman outside\n  he bringin' mo' bills. Daddy driving in his raggedy mobile.\n\n  Papoose got the cooties he killed a roach ill. Mommy Toya' keep\n  kickin' me with those old heals. Boys stop trying to me make me out of mo' hill.\n  I grew up in a shack just like oniel'. Born and raised in the ghetto where it was so real.\n\n  Back in the days when K' was on co' chill. We lived on the first floor Im from down the hill.\n  We had to duck on the floor, they shooting off steel. They use to have shoot outs\n  over them dope deals. They say if he's so nice why he got no deal? I say my talent is something these little\n  labels won't steal. Im doing this for those rappers who out of brownsville who never went platinum.\n\n  Marvin Gaye -- Chorus\n\n  Oh, make you wanna holler\n  The way they do my life\n  Make me wanna holler\n  The way they do my life\n\n  Papoose Verse 2-\n\n  Yo momma so fat when she walk her booty claps,\n  need gloves to eat a tootsie roll, she so black. You actin' like your\n  mom's all that. She's so crosseyed that when she cries tears go down her back.\n  Who ever stepped on a lines, yo' mother drink wine. Who ever stepped\n  on the cracks, yo mother smokes crack. We told mother jokes as if we took them for granted,\n  drinking sugar water eating the syrup sandwich. We threw rocks at lots, buildings was abandon.\n  Father sinners were teaching, but we aint understand it. Pissy mattresses, we was on the black flippin'\n  Needed some school clothes so we went shoplifting. Triple fat goose first deal big difference.\n  Chasin' the girls, seven humps, eleven kisses. You slap box better than me, then I fought you.\n  Smacked you in yo' face, and then start screamin' \" i caught you\"\n\n  Marvin Gaye - Chorus\n\n  Oh, make you wanna holler\n  The way they do my life\n  Make me wanna holler\n  The way they do my life\n\n  Papoose - Verse 3\n\n  I was borned to rappers back then, I was nice kid. Had them red& black lumberjacks\n  like BIG. Osh kosh bGOSH and flat tops. Battled the human beatbox stuffed wax and skelly tops.\n  Used G's favoritest pants, tyson was the champ, started small time hustlin' tired of them foodstamps\n  . Back then the dreads use to have all the weak spots, niggas were scared when they use to say ' what the blood clot!'\n  but the hood got tired of that you hood gunshots. Niggas started to get gun budding and what not. Tomahawks, faceheads, low lives,\n  the ceptic cards, black spades, lil wives, GP, SSP, HBO, those are some of the new york gangs I know.\n\n  Man I'm daydreamin' off the haze I blow, I just caught a flashback i smoked too much dro.\n  Flashback, Flashback, Flashback.\n"},{"id":21843666,"name":"Flashback (Produced By Thug-A-","trackName":"Flashback (Produced By Thug-A-","artistName":"Papoose","albumName":"Top 1000 Hip Hop","duration":173.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Marvin Gaye, Sample-\n\nMother Mother, mother mother,\neverybody thinks were wrong.\nMother, mother. Who are they\nto judge us? Mother, mother\nsimply cause we wear our hair long.\nMother, mother Oohhhhhhhhhhhhh.\n\nPapoose- Verse 1\n\nIm gonna take ya'll back on this one.\nMommy make me some oatmeal, the mailman outside\nhe bringin' mo' bills. Daddy driving in his raggedy mobile.\n\nPapoose got the cooties he killed a roach ill. Mommy Toya' keep\nkickin' me with those old heals. Boys stop trying to me make me out of mo' hill.\nI grew up in a shack just like oniel'. Born and raised in the ghetto where it was so real.\n\nBack in the days when K' was on co' chill. We lived on the first floor Im from down the hill.\nWe had to duck on the floor, they shooting off steel. They use to have shoot outs\nover them dope deals. They say if he's so nice why he got no deal? I say my talent is something these little\nlabels won't steal. Im doing this for those rappers who out of brownsville who never went platinum.\n\nMarvin Gaye -- Chorus\n\nOh, make you wanna holler\nThe way they do my life\nMake me wanna holler\nThe way they do my life\n\nPapoose Verse 2-\n\nYo momma so fat when she walk her booty claps,\nneed gloves to eat a tootsie roll, she so black. You actin' like your\nmom's all that. She's so crosseyed that when she cries tears go down her back.\nWho ever stepped on a lines, yo' mother drink wine. Who ever stepped\non the cracks, yo mother smokes crack. We told mother jokes as if we took them for granted,\ndrinking sugar water eating the syrup sandwich. We threw rocks at lots, buildings was abandon.\nFather sinners were teaching, but we aint understand it. Pissy mattresses, we was on the black flippin'\nNeeded some school clothes so we went shoplifting. Triple fat goose first deal big difference.\nChasin' the girls, seven humps, eleven kisses. You slap box better than me, then I fought you.\nSmacked you in yo' face, and then start screamin' \" i caught you\"\n\nMarvin Gaye - Chorus\n\nOh, make you wanna holler\nThe way they do my life\nMake me wanna holler\nThe way they do my life\n\nPapoose - Verse 3\n\nI was borned to rappers back then, I was nice kid. Had them red& black lumberjacks\nlike BIG. Osh kosh bGOSH and flat tops. Battled the human beatbox stuffed wax and skelly tops.\nUsed G's favoritest pants, tyson was the champ, started small time hustlin' tired of them foodstamps\n. Back then the dreads use to have all the weak spots, niggas were scared when they use to say ' what the blood clot!'\nbut the hood got tired of that you hood gunshots. Niggas started to get gun budding and what not. Tomahawks, faceheads, low lives,\nthe ceptic cards, black spades, lil wives, GP, SSP, HBO, those are some of the new york gangs I know.\n\nMan I'm daydreamin' off the haze I blow, I just caught a flashback i smoked too much dro.\nFlashback, Flashback, Flashback.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Flashback (Produced By Thug-A-\n  artist: Papoose\n  album: Top 1000 Hip Hop\n  duration_ms: 173000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Marvin Gaye, Sample-\n\n  Mother Mother, mother mother,\n  everybody thinks were wrong.\n  Mother, mother. Who are they\n  to judge us? Mother, mother\n  simply cause we wear our hair long.\n  Mother, mother Oohhhhhhhhhhhhh.\n\n  Papoose- Verse 1\n\n  Im gonna take ya'll back on this one.\n  Mommy make me some oatmeal, the mailman outside\n  he bringin' mo' bills. Daddy driving in his raggedy mobile.\n\n  Papoose got the cooties he killed a roach ill. Mommy Toya' keep\n  kickin' me with those old heals. Boys stop trying to me make me out of mo' hill.\n  I grew up in a shack just like oniel'. Born and raised in the ghetto where it was so real.\n\n  Back in the days when K' was on co' chill. We lived on the first floor Im from down the hill.\n  We had to duck on the floor, they shooting off steel. They use to have shoot outs\n  over them dope deals. They say if he's so nice why he got no deal? I say my talent is something these little\n  labels won't steal. Im doing this for those rappers who out of brownsville who never went platinum.\n\n  Marvin Gaye -- Chorus\n\n  Oh, make you wanna holler\n  The way they do my life\n  Make me wanna holler\n  The way they do my life\n\n  Papoose Verse 2-\n\n  Yo momma so fat when she walk her booty claps,\n  need gloves to eat a tootsie roll, she so black. You actin' like your\n  mom's all that. She's so crosseyed that when she cries tears go down her back.\n  Who ever stepped on a lines, yo' mother drink wine. Who ever stepped\n  on the cracks, yo mother smokes crack. We told mother jokes as if we took them for granted,\n  drinking sugar water eating the syrup sandwich. We threw rocks at lots, buildings was abandon.\n  Father sinners were teaching, but we aint understand it. Pissy mattresses, we was on the black flippin'\n  Needed some school clothes so we went shoplifting. Triple fat goose first deal big difference.\n  Chasin' the girls, seven humps, eleven kisses. You slap box better than me, then I fought you.\n  Smacked you in yo' face, and then start screamin' \" i caught you\"\n\n  Marvin Gaye - Chorus\n\n  Oh, make you wanna holler\n  The way they do my life\n  Make me wanna holler\n  The way they do my life\n\n  Papoose - Verse 3\n\n  I was borned to rappers back then, I was nice kid. Had them red& black lumberjacks\n  like BIG. Osh kosh bGOSH and flat tops. Battled the human beatbox stuffed wax and skelly tops.\n  Used G's favoritest pants, tyson was the champ, started small time hustlin' tired of them foodstamps\n  . Back then the dreads use to have all the weak spots, niggas were scared when they use to say ' what the blood clot!'\n  but the hood got tired of that you hood gunshots. Niggas started to get gun budding and what not. Tomahawks, faceheads, low lives,\n  the ceptic cards, black spades, lil wives, GP, SSP, HBO, those are some of the new york gangs I know.\n\n  Man I'm daydreamin' off the haze I blow, I just caught a flashback i smoked too much dro.\n  Flashback, Flashback, Flashback.\n"}]