Paula Perry - Paula's Jam lyrics

Yeah What? Uh Uh (I keep it) ( *echo* ) (I keep it) ( *echo* ) (I keep it) ( *echo* ) (I keep it) ( *echo* ) (I keep it real like that) --] Mad Sk**z [ Chorus ] To all you Lo-sportin, herb-puffin n***as pumpin jacks (I keep it real like that) To all you chickenhead brothers that's posin and can't rap (I keep it real like that) To all the project heads gettin g's in fat stacks (I keep it real like that) Paula Perry represent Brooklyn like that [ VERSE 1: Paula Perry ] I gets harder than a penis strokin, pokin, I got you open Wet you up like some p**y that's soaken moist Hear my voice, you got no choice But to lay low on the cut, n***a what? f** around and get that a** Bucked like Shot My peeps up top be handlin, got it locked like a key hole Herbin n***as like Deebo Every Friday you'll see it my way Drivin down the highway in my Land Cruiser Thumbs down to all you losers Blinded by my rims as it spins (spins) Paula Perry here I come again settin trends (trends) You ain't got no wins (wins) You could never reach the level Of this rap rebel Queen of treble and ba** I bring the sh** to yo face (n***a) (I keep it) ( *echo* ) (I keep it) ( *echo* ) (I keep it real like that) --] Mad Sk**z To all you Lo-sportin, herb-puffin n***as pumpin jacks (I keep it real like that) To all the project heads gettin g's in fat stacks [ VERSE 2: Paula Perry ] Pulverizin MC's into smithereens When you step into the realms of the Queen of Fort Greene b**hes be on that nag 'n all Frontin like they packin ammunition As soon as it get real they get missiin My click is thicker than the dick of a stick-figured n***a Hipper-than-an-opotamus, follow miss All up and down Myrtle Ave See, I got soldiers that'll tear the frame out yo a** Comin from all directions and sections Wipin sh** out like wet ones Fulton ( ? ), so all you cornballs get ready Carvin through crews, just call me Paula Machete And you Confetti, MC's I'm tossin Gettin rid of you like an abortion So take precaution (n***a) [ Chorus ] [ VERSE 3: Paula Perry ] All of you egotistical lyrical individuals That think you're criminal material You never pulled a heist in your life You straight sheist in your life My whole crew is livin trife Yo style, I wouldn't say it's versatile Cause you been slippiin somebody else's lyrics all the while That's foul, don't got no sk**s and get you filled You wanna battle? I'll eat that a** up like a meal Herb you, I'll subvert you, serve you My corniest rhymes'll have you cryin And you'll be nailed like a cuticle Your rhymes ain't suitable Enough, or rough enough like a rider Basically I dream of riches, you dream of bein me I dream I'm ill, you're never seein me No doubt, that sh** is out, boo Don't even waste your time, kid (Don't even waste your time, kid) [ Chorus ] Yeah Yeah Check it out Uh Paula Perry's on the rise Yeah Masta Ase in your face INC Tryina be Fulton [Name] Click Ghetto Wise Guys We on the rise, yeah Check it out Uh Yeah