Paperboy - The Nine Yards lyrics

[Verse] I'm in the city Rolling down the street in a gla** house Nine in my lap and busting rhymes to the more bounce Yeah I got Daytons but I ain't fronting, I'm like Cool Whip Knots in my pocket kept together by a gold clip Turn up your music, Brother J is on your dial tone Waiting for jackers to try to jack for the all chrome Money hungry youngsta, waiting to give thanks ta All because I banged in that [?] while I [?] Creating some sh** to make the hoes say "aww yeah" That's a wicked woman watch she's jocking my Guess gear Rhyme n***a with the fate at holding my own Cause Brother J is dropping flavor like an ice cream cone Get back, let the lyrics examine just like the doctor No PhD, I put it on me that I can rock ya Don't flip but when I make a grip Think about my past, see you know I paid my dues So pa** the motherf**ing O.E True statement like an Evergreen To the 304, I'm taking hoes like they're protein Got my back [?], my n***as making mail Cause the homies down with J ain't no motherf**ing fairy tale Open your eyes and realize what's really going on The M.I.E. Posse still got it going strong With so many b**hes that I be fading like a DJ Pa** the baton cause they're running like a relay And n***as who step are getting read like a fortune cookie Hope you're dressed in black cause the J ain't no f**ing rookie Rub off the beat, ayo my mic is like my nine m Walk in the party, turn up my nose and I can find trim Get my boogies on cause I feel it on the dance floor Eyes kind of low cause I'm buzzed off that endo Still got stamina, Brother J is just cooling Two diamonds, a fade, Guess jeans and tennis shoes And the yiggity yack and I'm black can't ride the bozack Treat ya like a duck in the pond because it's like that Yo, the 3 to the O the 4 is in ya area So pick up the motherf**ing mic cause I'ma daring ya But couldn't go the length cause you can't compete with me Listen to a n***a hyped up through your frequency Give 'em my All but I'm stronger than detergent Keeping my distance because to s**ers I'm allergic I'm living my life the seven days of the week So therefore I explore wicked rhymes [?] You know? So I flow because I like the f**ing tempo Bringing my melody, check it out here goes the info With double E.T. got my back on this dope track Down with the n***a now his pockets just stay fat We think about the days we couldn't see money through a microscope Now we got some many dead presidents just the chronic choke Smoke and hope and causing trouble with my vice roys Can't get mad at J cause to me I'm just a Paperboy Flowing like water, overheating like a radiator Eating those s**ers just like a hungry a** alligator Put your mic down and feel the comfort of the tissue paper Wiping your tears cause f**ing with J, you're gonna catch the vapors Setting the trend while funky lepers just reappear If I start rapping you'll be humming this for a year Yo, doing it like this cause that's the style of the n***a J Just like my people, don't show those s**es I ain't for play Kicking the sh** that have you jumping like hot grease And watching all the girlies shaking they a** to my masterpiece Giving a grin to a friend cause I got a jimmy After my show I need a blow but you won't ever hear me Now that I'm phat you like my track with no regard I'm dissing all the hoes that made me go the nine yards Yo [Outro] And it's like that. A nine days y'all. And we don't stop