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Hard In Da Paint

Hard In Da Paint

(album: In Association - 2010)

Oh, so everybody jumping on this (Huh?)
Okay, my turn
My name is Carlos SAINt JHN
I'ma sing like that every time he hears me say it
Oh yeah
SAINt JHN portfolio
It's your business baby

I go hard at that motherfucking guap, boy
You better pat me down, I'm feeling like a block boy
A white tee, a blue jeans
Ball hard, motherfucker, who the dream?

One night, see I don't do flings
I told my owl bitch, "I'm into new things"
You think you're cute though
You see a suit though
I think you're so sweet, you nigga's fructose
I put my middle fingers up, you niggas poop those
Come get a close up, my niggas shoot close
My accountant, that's my motherfucking nigga
He deal with my accounts so my account grows bigger
Nigga, suing my amount grows bigger
And she say her jaws hurt, I tell, "Your mother don't give up"
My brother sells dope, he's a b-boy
You out here looking like a decoy
You're all ass, you niggas keep toy
Them niggas out here but I'm feeling like it's kilo
I'm patting niggas down for the sticky teeth
You nigas talk show, you niggas Ricky Lake
You hear to advent, you think it's Ricky Lare
Then you hear the, "Woo," I think I'm Ricky Flair
I came from a place in the East though
Them niggas still living by the g code
You pussy ass niggas try to decode
Just play dead and let a real nigga reload

I go hard at that motherfucking guap, boy
You better pat me down, I'm feeling like a block boy
My white tee, my blue jeans
My niggas gang bang and I ain't talking group scenes

I don't drink Ciroc, I do the Goose Goose
You niggas so soft, you niggas Blue's Clues
You niggas funny style, you niggas flew throughs
See what's the point of doing five for a deuce deuce
I'm in the money gang, I'm in the money game
So what's my favorite color, my nigga, money grain
I get the money fast, my nigga money grab
They call me smart guy and that's 'cause my thumb in name
Carlos motherfucking SAINt JHN
This is a suicide bomber's fucking ring tone
Ring-ring, you hear the chopper coming
You hear that motherfucking chopper coming (Ah)

I go hard at that motherfucking guap, nigga
Better pat me down, I'm feeling like a block nigga
White tee, blue jeans
They fly things, I do things

I do things
I do things (Haha)
I hope nobody's listening
I won't I was lying, I won't bang shit
I run a company that's completely legitimate
I arrest tax people, thank you
You have a good night

Fatto