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    "Pause" Lyrics

    J Dilla

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    Uggh, bounce

    F, for fly gun holder money folder
    Motorola startac when it's time to call back
    Are, for the ruff rugged and raw way
    This nigga Jay it's a game but he don't play

    A, for all the chicks that got did
    In the penthouse suite on top of my mom's crib
    N, it's nonsense you'll never get in
    It's nonsense that you would think that you would ever get in

    K, for the kutie crushin' that we do
    We keep 'em too, we got two for you
    N, I knew that you would do it again
    Nasty ain't brand new shit with a blend

    D, to all my Detroit Play Ballas
    And I can't forget the phat bootie ballaholiks
    A, for awesome amounts of dope
    One ounce of grass and a phat ass to fo'sho

    N, 'cause we know to cause neck injuries
    Misplaced your vertabre about 7 degrees
    K, for the kick ass rhymes that I wrote
    Karate choppin' everybody in the place in the throat

    Pause, when you bump this in your whip
    Pause, 'cause you might bust your shit
    Pause, 'cause you know it's Frank 'n' Dank
    Pause, take ah sip of your drank

    Pause, everybody there's money to make
    Pause, we be the first ones out the gate
    Pause, 'cause you know we're rockin'
    Pause, 'cause Dank is about to spit

    Grab the rhythm who got your city on lock?
    I'ma give you the key, follow my path y'all
    Take a ride with Dee
    I'mma spit these bars most causally

    Check me out yo
    I'm from the 313 chillin' with the shotty
    You catch 2 in your body, it get sicker than that
    I contract on your head it get slick like that

    What's the deal with that?
    You ain't real with that
    And if you try to pull a gat you get blast like that
    I'mma break it on down for the reason I spray

    Uh yo, what's the reason to get money son?
    What's the reason for gettin' blowed son?
    What's the reason for gettin' hoes Dunn?
    I'ma through bread so I'm do what I do

    Doin' it too, brotha I'mma do it with you
    I'ma grab these things and get to bustin' at dudes
    Yo, it's kinda rule to be mistrusting these fools
    Look at their eyes they lusting to be bustin' their tools
    I don't lose leave snake nigga abused

    Timeout for these niggas who ain't bringin' the real
    I'ma flip a few guns let 'em see the steal
    Ready to cock plus yo they ready to rip
    The whole crew gets down they ain't ready for this

    Pause, when you bump this in your ride
    You can ride get all the fly ladies inside
    Pause, I say you doin' it y'all
    Pause, come on if you doin' it y'all
    This song was submitted on October 25th, 2014 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by James Dewitt Yancey.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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