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Artist: Papoose
Album:  Air It Out (S)
Song:   Air It Out
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

Yea
Ya'll already know what this is
Got the voice of Brooklyn
I know ya'll niggas here my footsteps out there
Aka the son of song aka the 1 point jive
ya'll know what I'm a tell ya'll now right?
aka, ya'll know what I'm a say already?
Papoose, Pap-poose

Cock the thang, air it out [x4]
Now where da hammer let's grip it
cock it back let's spit it, weed spot let's stick it
where da work let's flip it
Cock the thang, now air it out [x2]

I was sittin' on da stoop, sittin' on da stoop
sitting, on da stoop with the ruger on my side now
I'm ridin' in a coup, ridin' in a coup
ridin' in a coup with the ruger on my side

Cock the thang, now air it out [x4]

I was on Fulton street downtown Brooklyn
Iced out so this nigga keep lookin'
he ain't know Pap had the scat on him
cock the thing back then I step to him

Cock the thang, now air it out [x4]

I was on Touch It Remix, man I did my thing
But I came up man shit done change
now the one point jive is ma name, STOP!
Show them how that gun bang

Cock the thang, now air it out [x4]

I was on 47th at a Diamond District THEN,
David Blane got ma wrist glistenin'
rappas say they wanna get it in with him, when they see him they don't say shit to him.

Cock the thang, now air it out [x4]

Kay-slay thugacation and P A P
Carry our guns through the industry
Talk tough then we tell you R I P
So all ya'll punk rappers stop comin' at me

Cock the thang, now air it out [x3]
Cock the thang, cock suckas!