Papoose - 6 A.M. lyrics

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Papoose - 6 A.M. lyrics

[Hook] Six in the morning, police at my door Six in the morning, police at my door Six in the morning, police at my door Six in the morning, police at my door [Verse 1: Papoose] They would say “bling-bling” if my j**els could talk So you can still see me shining when the room gets dark I'm like Tony Danza, I'll show you who's the boss Teach my worker who's the fiends and who's the narcs It's a lot of n***as out tryna prove they heart ‘Til you hit they cousin up and make them move they aunt Yo, I would wild out and let the Rug' just spark But you know how the ‘hood be when someone screwed your start All the basketball tournaments was cool to watch Bet your money, lose a little or lose a lot They beat us by one point, yeah them dudes was sharp But I'm a sore loser, so I had to shoot up the park I wouldn't of robbed your man if the fool was smart But a fool and his money will soon depart Then I went to my crib, went to sleep by 4:00 When I woke up, police was at my door, damn… [Hook] [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Just aired the dice game out, that's the truth, babe ‘Bout to hit the crib, take a shower and watch a bootleg Black nut popped off, got to get the bag out of the crib Goose dropped off so it can get knocked off Then I got a sharp pain in my chest But knowing I ain't supposed to have it in the place I rest Yes – but it's a half a joint in there Two.40 cals with the hollow points in there Few bricks of diesel, couple pounds of purple Gallon of the water, plus a thousand circles A man hit me saying that he'd be here in a minute All I've got to do is wrap it and bring it down to the rented By now, it's a little past 5:00 And I'm still tryna roll, could barely open my eyes Next thing I know, she's giving me a ma**age Instead of waking up rich, I woke up to a surprise [Hook] [Verse 3: Jim Jones] It goes: “six in the morning, police at my door” At 5:00 in the morning I was up in this broad At 4:00 in the morning we was out the club door A few hours before that I was getting fresh in the store Now a week before that, I was at the car lot Thinking convertible so I can make the broad drop A half a mill in cash off a three-month run Them rubber bands stacks in 10-G lump sums Police is on our back ‘cause we dump guns So when Bird Gang's outside, motherf**er, just run We just dumb, like the hyphy life I told you life was a b**h, not the wifey type Hope you got the right bricks if the price is right Catch me standing on the strip in the icy whites Season of heirs, we in the V switching gears Dropping the top, blowing weed in the air She's showing her a**… Next think I know, I've got a detective all in my face Asking me all kinds of questions I don't know sh** but get my lawyer [Hook]