Papoose - Jive Ass Turkey (Trinidad James Dis) Lyrics
[Hook]They wanna score, niggas try to catch us slippin'They wanna score, tryna get one up, listenThey wanna score, everybody screamin' "New York!"They wanna score, dude tryna slide with a broadHe wanna score, you don't get no points for thatDissin' New York, you don't get no points for thatSlippin' girls mollies, you don't get no points for thatWe settle the score, that's a fact[Verse 1]Last artist to diss New York City suffered from low ticket salesFix your pants suit, I rocked his bells like LLAfter that, I caused his man not to prevailI subtracted the Big from Sean and his album fellNext New York hater, lookin' like Jerome-RomeTryna diss the hip hop home, this my throneYou ain't no real Trinidadian boy, you hilariousYou ugly bride of Frankenstein, who you marryin'?You the dumbest out the South, it don't get dumberDon't you know my guns spit thunder? You one hit wonderHalloween mascot, wore your costume earlyI seen you in your video with all your costume jewelry[Hook][Verse 2]Don't come back to New York with that B.S. dawgNiggas is lookin' for you like the PS4How you gon' even try to come up out of your talk?With your hairdo lookin' like Bill de Blasio's sonIf you a real rude boy, why you don't talk like it?If you from Atlanta, why you don't tote the hawk like it?Sweetest in Atlanta, peach, you ain't Atlanta braveYou closer to a falcon, a bird out of its cageLove hip hop, like Peter Gunz, Joe Budden, SaigonPapoose, my flow is deep enough to drown a lifeguardWould give you some more bars, but you ain't even worthyHappy Thanksgiving, you jive ass turkey[Hook]
